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“Felix, that’s the fifth glass today,” Jack spoke while scribbling onto different sheets of dreadful paper. Felix shrugged, taking a few steps toward Jack, who was seated in front of a desk covered in paperwork. “Not as bad as yesterday, though,” Felix chuckled, leaning over Jack slightly to view the papers he’d been writing on.
“It would be more helpful for you to work on these instead of staring like a mindless child.” Jack muttered, eyes still fixated on the page he was writing on. Felix let a sharp breath out, suddenly feeling the guilt washing over himself.
“I’m sorry, Jack… You know how It’s been and I just… You know, I’m not trying to make excuses, but… It’s just-” Felix rambled quickly before being cut off by Jack, “Christ, just shut the fuck up, you’re acting like a bitch.” His voice raised slightly, his eyes finally lifting from the paper to Felix’s.
Felix shuddered. He would usually break down and cry at this reaction… But something was different. He stood still as a rock, staring back into Jack’s eyes. Jack looked visibly confused by then, furrowing his dark eyebrows to the tops of his baggy eyes.
“What’s the matter?” He asked slowly, fixating his full attention to the boy in front of him. Felix shot up with a large, forced grin.
“Oh! Ahaha… I must have drank too much… You know! I might just… Do some work from home!” He babbled nervously, pressing his thighs tight to each other. Jack’s eyebrows dropped. There was a moment of silence as Jack looked down to his papers, fists clenched taut.
He stood up, pushing himself from the desk, the chair he was seated in flying backward due to the harsh movement. He turned face-to-face with Felix. Felix squeezed his thighs tighter together, feeling sore just from that.
He made the mistake of looking down to his crotch. A giant bulge crept underneath his dress pants, painfully obvious even in the dimly lit room of Jack’s office. Of course, Jack’s eyes followed Felix’s. He stared silently while Felix analyzed his face.
He tried to figure out what he was going to say. Would he kick me out? See me differently for the rest of our lives? Felix shuddered once again once Jack’s eyes flipped back up to the other man’s. Felix stammered to say something, but no legible words were spoken.
He felt his dick twitch. He was hard… And embarrassed. Jack had no expression on his face, still thinking what he should do in that situation. Even through his blank façade, he still felt a bit excited. Jack went through many options quickly in his head, then remembered how this even started. Felix wasn’t working. He wasn’t helping Jack with anything. Jack felt anger rise up again as he stared into Felix’s squinted eyes beneath his old, boxy glasses.
Without thinking straight, Jack pushed Felix roughly, causing the man to fall against the cold floor. Felix yelped. He could feel butterflies in his lower half. He knew he shouldn’t feel something like that during… Something like this- but he still did.
He didn’t even attempt to keep his thighs closed, his dick obviously bulging through his pants. Jack stepped forward, looking down at Felix. “You’re fucking disgusting, Felix,” Felix’s stomach fluttered, accidentally letting out a light whimper in response. Jack’s eyebrows furrowed lower.
“What? You’re turned on because of this? You’re embarrassing.” Felix bit his lip to suppress any other whimper he was to let out. His dick twitched as he looked up to Jack’s cold, expressionless face.
“Jack… It’s not like that, I… I just… You know, fuck… I…” Felix rambled once again, his voice growing higher in pitch and shakiness. Jack only stared, his gaze glancing down to Felix’s bulge. Felix noticed, fighting back a whimper as he lifted his hips up slightly to meet his clothed dick with Jack’s boot.
Jack’s eyes shot back up to Felix’s, piercing through them. He felt anger bubble up more inside of himself. Felix could tell, his dick twitching again as he let out a soft moan. He moved his hips slightly up and down, rubbing his bulge against Jack’s boot.
Jack grumbled, pushing his boot harshly downward against Felix’s bulge. Felix cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Christ, Felix,” Jack breathed, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Felix whined and pushed his hips up roughly against Jack’s boot again, shuddering as he rubbed himself against the hard surface.
Jack bit his tongue. He was enraged by every action of Felix in that night. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before looking back to Felix once again. “Slut,” He muttered, lifting his boot from Felix’s bulge, the man whining in response as he bucked his hips up into nothing.
“Fucking disgusting,” Jack mumbled under his breath before pressing the bottom of his boot lightly against Felix’s bulge. The other man moaned in a high pitch, his hips stuttering against Jack’s touch quickly. Jack pressed further, rubbing his boot against Felix’s bulge slowly.
Felix whimpered and whined, bucking his hips up to meet Jack’s boot. He was getting hot in his suit, sweating from the movements already. Jack kept his eyes locked on Felix’s. His rubbing motion quickened, Felix’s moans and shaking speeding up with him. Felix looked down to his left hand, in which he had been desperately grabbing at nothing with.
A golden shine gleamed off of the ring on his finger, he stared while stuttering various high-pitched moans. With his right hand, he swiftly lifted over and pulled the ring from his finger, discarding it immediately.
Jack noticed, trying to keep his focus on his movements. He faltered, though; stared at Felix, analyzing each facial expression he contorted into whenever Jack moved his boot against him. Jack breathed out, grumbling as Felix’s moans grew louder.
Felix was shaking uncontrollably. He was going to cum. He was going to fucking cum from humping his friend and co-worker’s shoe. The thought only made him more lightheaded and caused his hips to stutter violently.
“J..Jack! Fu…Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jack! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, god, Jack!” Jack bit his lip, meeting the movements of his shoe to Felix. He knew Felix was about to cum. He fucking knew. And he pressed further, causing Felix to scream out again with tears streaming from his eyes.
Jack huffed, watching Felix unravel below him. He was enjoying it as much as the other man. Felix cried out, sputtering absolute nonsense of curses and Jack’s name. He shook uncontrollably as drool dripped down his cheek, eyes rolling back.
Jack began panting now, watching his best friend cum from humping his boot. “Fuck, Felix, you…” He whispered, “You’re beautiful,” Felix was already coming down from his high, eyes widening after hearing Jack’s quiet praise. His cries turned into moans, into whimpers, then into quick, staggered breathing.
“Jack,” Felix looked up to his best friend, mouth agape with tears, sweat, and drool on his face. “Thank you…” His voice dropped to a whisper. Jack bit his lip again before glancing down to his silver wrist-watch.
“No time for thank-you’s. We have to get home before all hell breaks loose.” He spoke almost jokingly, Felix’s eyes widening as he remembered there was an outside world. He stammered, sitting up swiftly. “What’s the time?” He asked frantically.
“Felix,” Jack sighed, “It’s time to fucking go.” He chuckled lightly, the other man joining him.