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Office life was dull, with not many twists or unexpected happenings. This, in the working class, is referred to as a mind-numbing job. Reports, file management, online correspondence, and presentations with supervisors and subordinates. It’s quite typical for office workers to engage in risk behaviors as a way to cope with the mundanity of everyday office life.
For Dan, the unexpected twist of having a strapping older man, nerdy and quick-witted, assigned to his shared desk was just what he needed. So much so, that after the first day of sitting next to him and laughing about nothing at all for six hours, Dan caught himself staying up late thinking of the blonde. Dan was the image of shame as he thought about the fact that he was lying in bed, late at night on a work night, thinking of Phil, trying to avoid acknowledging his aching hard-on. He was ashamed of himself, deeply, yet that didn’t stop him from releasing himself from his underwear. Eyes closed, images of the stunning man with his nice hands and pale skin and~
Quicker than he had in months, he covered his hand and stomach in his cum. Panting and completely out of breath, Dan stared at the ceiling as he waited for the feeling of obsession to go away. Typically, if he felt this way about someone in his life, it was just because he was pent-up. A good wank and he’d be right as rain, usually.
This time, after cleaning up and drinking some spur-of-the-moment bedtime tea, his mind was still tuned in to Phil Radio. Thoughts of him were affecting Dan’s ability to look at life rationally, and he was willing to drop everything in his life to spend more time with Phil. It wasn’t healthy, and usually his coping mechanisms worked. It wasn’t subsiding, and Dan had absolutely no idea what to do. He tossed and turned in guilt and obsession equally, wishing for sleep to carry him away.
After an eternity of staring wide-awake at the wall, Dan looked to his clock to notice it was 02:32. A defeated sigh, the rolling over of a man too tall for his bed, and within a minute, Dan had Phil’s social media pages pulled up. If you asked Dan, he blinked, and it was 07:00. Balking in surprise, Dan scrambled out of bed and attempted to get ready for work while his mind was racing on how he was going to make it through the day on zero sleep.
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In most ways, Dan followed the rules. His reports and presentations were always on time, and he showed up for work in a timely fashion, well prepared as always.
Today, however, Dan stumbled in just a few seconds before late, which was late by Daniel’s strict self-appointed routine. The panic attack that occurred on the metro was a whole other beast, and Dan hoped he wasn’t too flushed from it.
Upon entering his section of the office, heading past the rows of desks to his, Dan immediately noticed that his table wasn’t empty. Giddy erased any semblance of panic or exhaustion; all was right in Dan’s world.
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Phil gasped at Dan’s appearance, noting how completely different it was today as opposed to yesterday, “You look rough.” He immediately regretted saying it, nearly going back on it, but got distracted looking at the mess that was the curly-haired man in front of him.
“I, uh, I had a bad night. Sleep troubles,” Dan sat down, logging onto his computer to maintain a facade of normalcy, “How was your first day overall? Liking it enough?” Dan was asking to be courteous. No other reason.
“Oh yeah, it’ll be a walk in the park. Nothing too taxing, and I have a charming trainer that keeps me engaged.”
Dan, who happened to be sipping his tea at this moment, coughed, “Oh?” He had wanted to say something witty or flirty or charming… All that came out was surprise as his cheeks turned bright red. The sleep deprivation was kicking in and his ‘honest-drunk’ nickname would soon show itself.
“Yeah, I’ve asked others who’ve worked with him, and they all say he’s an arse who hates everyone. Dunno, he must like me or something,” Phil was grinning and speaking low, eyes locked on Dan’s as he tilted his head slightly to the side.
Dan’s whole body flushed and his eyes glazed over for a moment as he realized the one he wanted also wanted him this time. The obsession being attainable wasn’t something he was used to, and his pupils dilated wide as he thought about it.
Phil had noticed the younger man’s reaction, giggled with his hand over his mouth, and went back to his computer. A tense silence stretched wide, and Dan almost made some kind of move. He couldn’t decide which move would be best, and as a coward, he let the day pass uneventfully.
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The tension was building, painfully so, on the third day of working closely together. The two men found themselves giggling and carrying on, getting fuckall work done. Once they self-corrected so as to not get separated, which was Dan’s annoying plan, Dan found it easy to fall into a balance between office work and Phil time. Phil found himself only wanting to be at work to be next to Dan.
Dan knew that he was chasing the dopamine hit, talking with Phil. But the dopamine didn’t come close to the unadulterated lust that came with whispered confessions of similar intentions. When Dan slid in as close as he could to Phil and whispered, “Fancy a cheeky little smoke break?” Phil knew immediately that he would be fired from the job he had just gotten hired at, sneaking around, and potentially making out with a coworker. He also knew he didn’t care anywhere near as much as he was supposed to, and wanted nothing more than to sneak around with the curly-haired devil beside him.
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Shutting the door to the utility room as gently as he could, Dan stifled a giggle as the reality of his actions set in.
“What if we get caught? Samuel will string us up both,” Phil’s voice is dripping worry, despite his flushed and aroused appearance. He only started to get anxious when the door closed, and he himself knew he wanted to be there.
“Samuel is shagging the secretary, as well as Maria from analytics.” Despite the humor behind his expression, Dan was quickly leaning Phil against the back wall of the supply room.
“You know, some would say I’m taking advantage of you. Being an older man, and all,” Phil breathed, eyes dilated as he was slowly completely caged by Dan. Somehow, looking up into Dan’s eyes, he made Dan feel small.
“And some would say I’m doing the same, having worked here longer,” He couldn’t help but stare at Phil’s lips, unable to stop now that he wasn’t in front of multiple coworkers.
All at once, like oil upon fire, hands were grasping at one another as they pressed closely together, kissing sloppily as Dan slotted himself between Phil’s legs. Phil’s hips jutted up involuntarily, grinding his clothed erection into the slightly taller man’s thigh. The pathetic whimper Phil let escape made Dan give a moan in response. Phil wrapped his arms tightly around Dan’s waist as he gave a gentle bite to Dan’s lower lip.
A slight growl came from deep within Dan, pushing his thigh against Phil, rocking back and forth. Phil broke the kiss, turning his attention to Dan’s neck. Suckling on the spot just behind Dan’s ear, while increasing his grinding, has Dan seeing stars for a moment.
All of the breath in Phil’s lungs left him when Dan rocked his hips slower but with more consistent pressure, murmuring, “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.”
Dan presses further, maintaining control of the situation, and keeps Phil pressed flat against the wall. Phil’s hands on Dan’s hips were driving him to the point of being too loud, and that could not happen.
Taking both of Phil’s wrists in his hands, he happily held them against the wall on either side of Phil’s head, causing Phil to cease the mouthing of Dan altogether.
“Oooh, bad now, aren’t you?” Phil had a mocking tone in his whisper and a challenging look in his eyes, which of course set the taller man off. Phil, if he was being quite honest, was half terrified of the stronger man holding him against the wall. The other half, though, was much louder and got off on the fear.
The quiet rumble of a growl could be heard before Dan let go of his hands for a moment to unbutton the top three buttons and expose the pale collarbone. He took Phil’s wrists in his again and resumed his ministrations, aiming to drive them both over the edge at about the same time. This was going far better than planned.
Awry gasps left Phil’s lips, Dan’s ears already attuned to them as he leans and whispers into the man’s ear, “Tell me you don’t want me to stop. Ask me nicely.”
Phil’s eyes fluttered shut, rolling back into his head while he leaned back against the cold wall. His voice was breathless and deep when he said, “Please, fuck, don’t stop… Please, Dan.” He couldn’t help but whine and buck his hips up into Dan, the friction of their trousers in between them nearly pushing him to the edge.
“Use me, Daniel, mmph.” The deep and raspy nature of Phil’s aroused voice was sweet nectar to Dan as he memorized the sound of it.
Phil’s words were all the encouragement Dan needed as he continued his movements at exactly the same pace that Phil was bucking up into him.
Dan took extreme satisfaction in looking at fucked-out Phil in the work supply room, but knew that he probably should get a move on.
“Come on, Phil, cum for me while your coworkers are having their tea. You know you love the risk of it… Be good,” Dan tacked on that last bit as soon as the thought had occurred to him, knowing full well it would be just what the submissive man in front of him would want to hear.
A quiet, shuddery moan escaped Phil’s lips as he came in his shorts, eyes squeezed shut as his back arched off the wall behind him. Dan wasn’t far behind, shaking and gasping as he finished in his clothes, as well.
Dan released Phil’s wrists, stepping back to then lean against the wall to catch his breath. A few seconds later, Phil asked, “What do we do now? Our clothes are soiled, my hair is probably all messed, and we’ve got over two hours to go before the end of the day.”
Ears perking at the anxiety in Phil’s words, Dan said, “We’re both wearing dark enough trousers that it shouldn’t be visible. Here,” Dan leaned forward and fixed the wiry blonde hair, “Now you’re all back to proper. Now, I’ll go first, give it two minutes, and then come out.”
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The rest of the day, Dan was a zombie, and Phil was an anxious mess. He was certain someone must have heard them, or been suspicious in some way. He waited to get sacked. When the work day ended, he turned to see that Dan was completely asleep at his desk. Glancing around, grateful nobody had seemed to take notice, Phil shook him awake.
“Hey, day’s up. It’s time to go home,” Phil kept his voice down but tried to give a serious tone.
“Wanna come to mine and take a nap with me? Like, an actual nap, then maybe dinner? I tend to eat late and stay up later.” The words left Dan’s mouth before he could process them. His flat wasn’t clean, he didn’t have anything at home for dinner, and his sheets could likely use a change.
“How about we settle for you going home and napping, then calling me when you want to go to dinner?” Phil’s eyes were bright as he smiled and wrote his phone number down on a sticky note. There was a smiley face underneath, with ‘Phil L’ signed at the bottom. Dan was giggling and looking at it closely. Beyond being drunk from lack of sleep, he must have sat for minutes rather than a few seconds. When he looked up from the note, the office was empty, and Phil was gone.
A deep frown set on Dan’s face and remained there until he got home. Diving into the bed, the realization that the hottest man on this planet had handed him his phone number today hit him once again. Ecstasy filled him as he touched himself to the thought of Phil once again.
Falling into a deep sleep, feeling as if he’d won the lottery, Dan slept until nine at night. Eyes still half crusted shut, light still off, Dan rang Phil’s number.
“Yeah? It’s Dan Howell, from work… Uh, dinner still on?” Phil had only been able to get half a greeting out before Dan was anxiously talking over him.
“Absolutely, meet me at Detroit Pizza? I’ve been wanting to go for a bit,” Phil was tentative but trying to be brave. He was not sitting on his phone waiting for it to ring since roughly seven.
“I’m putting shoes on as we speak. Meet you there!” Dan hung up and rushed to the bathroom, throwing things into the cupboard and then back to the bedroom, kicking the mess away and rapidly changing out the bin. In the span of five minutes, Dan had done more tidying than he had done in at least three days. That was a lot for him.
He was on the metro within ten, tapping his foot quickly and listening to music, hoping to make the stations pass faster.
Once he arrived at the restaurant, he looked around desperately for Phil. He was embarrassed to be here, and even more embarrassed to be here meeting up with someone. Imaginary audiences, y’know?
Phil had caught sight of him first, coming up behind him and pinching Dan’s sides. Shockingly, Dan was startled and pretended to punch Phil a few times.
Pizza went well and quickly, with the restaurant being particularly overstimulating. The two men were more than excited to call the date early and head back to Dan’s flat, exchanging grins and hushed giggles.
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The door barely shut before clothes were being ripped off. Having someone look at you with uncensored lust, while they rip off your clothes, makes you want to do the same to them.
Phil gasped out between wet kisses, “Fuck, Dan, I don’t have any condoms. I forgot.”
Dan chuckled against his lips and went back to herding them both to the bed.
“I may not shag that often, but I’m nothing if not prepared,” Dan said proudly, lightly shoving Phil down onto the bed. They were both completely naked already, having found a boldness in being equally reciprocated.
Putting the condom on with quick hands, Dan retrieved lube and held Phil’s legs up, “Stay like this, hold here.” Dan was moving Phil’s hands so that he was holding his legs underneath his knees. Slowly, Dan worked a finger into Phil, and then one by one worked up to four fingers. He knew himself to be rough and wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt Phil at all.
Phil couldn’t take it anymore, having been on his back being stretched for an eternity.
“Please, Dan, I’m ready,” He was keening his voice high, begging the way he knew would get the result he wanted from the man above him, “Please, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
Smiling wide, Dan spoke slowly, “Turn around and get on all fours, then put your hands behind your back once you’re comfortable.” The mental image of what he was asking Phil to do was enough to return him to full hardness.
“Okay… Yes, Sir,” Phil had responded on instinct as he moved into position. He felt gross and kind of exposed, having not been with anyone in over a year. It was a sensation he had to get reaccustomed to, he thought, before Dan slowly slid in all the way. As he was stretched, Phil was whimpering and moaning loudly into the pillow.
Dan held Phil’s hands behind his back, pulling his hips back an inch or two, before slowly pushing back in. The delicious sounds being emitted by the smaller man below him encouraged Dan to speed up, maintaining a medium pace to keep his sanity. He didn’t want this to be over in three minutes, but on the other hand, Phil was so tight, and warm, and beautiful.
The slap of Dan’s hips hitting Phil’s ass had both of the men wrecked, completely engrossed in what they were feeling.
So much so that Dan barely noticed as he pulled Phil’s chest off the bed, working up to a faster pace. The steady ‘mm, mm, aah, fuck’s coming from Phil wantonly made Dan fuck aggressively into him. Phil was slowly lifted up higher, allowing Dan to pound into him with no regard for how much movement he caused.
Phil’s eyes squeezed shut as he whined, “I’m gonna cum, Dan… Fuck, let me cum, please, Sir.”
Dan’s eyes rolled back into his head as he snapped his hips forward again and again, loving the sudden honorific being used. The feeling of Phil calling him Sir reminded him of why he enjoyed those BDSM comics a few years ago.
Phil came suddenly, white strings of pearly white decorating the already sweaty sheets, making Phil almost scream. His legs were shaking as Dan fucked him through the orgasm, chasing his own release.
“Good boy, fuck, such a good fuck,” Dan choked out as he held Phil tightly, thrusting his hips into him with a brutal rhythm until he also saw stars.
Pulling out of him with a hiss, Phil was a whimpering mess when he was lowered to the bed. He was not a virgin, nowhere near, but he had never been fucked that hard or well. Exhausted didn’t cover it.
Collapsing next to him, an arm over Phil’s chest, Dan breathed hard and tried to lower his heart rate. After a few moments, he felt the need to break the post-coital silence.
“Shower, then sleep? You can sleep over, tomorrow we’re off.”
It took no consideration for Phil to answer confidently, “Absolutely.”