Walk This Way

‘He really oughtn’t walk like that,’ was my first thought when he came in. I was sitting at my desk as a secretary should, and I had expected his arrival; it was in my appointment book. I hadn’t expected his good looks, though, as he had been all-business on the phone. That fact alone furthered my confusion as he sashayed into the reception room, absolutely radiating homosexual pheromones.

He leaned on the little shelf that made a counter of the front part of my desk and turned a bright smile on me. I could tell he was trying to be charming, seeing as he wanted to find a job here. Jeez, what a cutie. In return, I gave him a pleasant smile and said, “Mr. Andrews?” and he nodded, and I stood. “Glad you could make it. You sounded a bit hurried on the phone.” He laughed and told me that today had been just the worst for late subway trains. I smiled. Anybody in this city can relate to the shortcomings of public transport.

“Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Mr. Haywood’s meeting is running a bit behind schedule, so you might have to wait a little before he can see you.” I gestured toward the row of chairs against the wall.

“Perfectly alright,” he said graciously, “I’ve cleared my books for today.” He sat comfortably in one of the chairs, looking over the magazines with little interest. I found myself wanting an excuse to talk to him.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. “Coffee, water…? Orange juice?” He looked up and asked about the coffee.

“Decaf and regular, usually, but I keep a secret stash of espresso. You can have some of that if you promise not to tell anyone.” I had put the back of my hand to my cheek conspiratorially, as if hiding my lips from an eavesdropping audience…making theatrics out of it. He laughed and in a stage whisper said he wouldn’t tell. The minute I was in the break room, I realized how flirtatious that had been, and how unprofessional. I cursed myself as I brewed the coffee. I wished he didn’t have to meet with the boss. Mr. Haywood was notoriously amorous as well as dauntless. In fact, I suspect the main reason he hired me is because he found out my sexual preference from my friend, who first recommended me for the job. I had never given in to his advances, but that didn’t stop him. It made me uncomfortable, but whoever heard of a sexual harassment case from a male employee? Besides, the money was too good to quit, and most of the time, he was in his office and I was at my desk, so it worked out pretty well. I feared for that Leo Andrews, though. He was such a juicy little peach, even I wouldn’t blame Haywood for lunging over his desk at him.

I returned to the reception room with his coffee and saw that he was flipping idly through last month’s issue of Food and Wine. When I handed him the cup he pointed to the recipe he was looking at and mentioned that he’d made that particular dish the other week. I was glad that he’d started the conversation this time, and answered that I rarely had the time to cook elaborate meals like that.

“Job keeps you busy?” he asked. I nodded. “Well, that’s good news to me. I could use the work.” He laughed and I smiled back at him, wondering if he had a boyfriend to cook for. Just then, the door to the offices opened and I saw the businesspeople leaving, and heard Mr. Haywood saying he’d contact them soon.

The boss looked across the room and saw that his next appointment was sitting and waiting, and he immediately crossed the room, full of apologies. I saw him give our guest the once-over, and hoped I hadn’t done the same thing. They went back into Mr. Haywood’s office and I went back to my desk. I made some phone calls and got the mail, all the while wondering if this Leo Andrews was having the same kind of meeting I did when I applied for a job. If so, I wondered what would happen when Haywood started to hit on him. Would he be outraged and storm out? Or worse, would he respond positively to them? And who was I to care? Honestly. I cursed myself again and got back into the elevator, getting back to my desk just in time to see Haywood thanking Mr. Andrews for meeting, and bidding him adieu. The door to the offices closed and I looked up from my desk.

“Will we be seeing more of you?” I asked with my pen in hand, about to hand him the parking forms and all of that other paperwork. He looked a bit troubled. I wondered if Haywood hadn’t hired him.

“Well…” he began as though sighing. “I got the job, but…” He leaned over that little shelf on my desk again and whispered, “He made a pass at me!” I gave him a wry look. “That does happen…” I answered, rolling my eyes. “You mean, he does that a lot?” he asked incredulously. I shrugged. “Well, he did it to me…”

“Did he stop, then? I mean, after a while?”
“Not really,” I confided. “It’s pretty harmless, though. And the pay more than makes up for it, so I’ve learned to just… kinda… shrug it off, you know? I mean, you get used to it.”

He seemed at-odds with this information, as though his moral code was being threatened. “It just feels weird, him being my boss and everything.”

“I know what you mean,” I answered, handing him the clipboard and a pen. “Here are all the parking forms and I.D. forms, though…” I said, pointing out where he needed to sign. “And here’s a key for the bathroom. Um…” I trailed off, trying to remember what else new employees needed. “You’ll need to come and see me for a copier/printer code. I’ll set that up for you, though.” He was already busy filling out the paperwork in a neat print. He passed them back to me and I looked them over, finally looking up and smiling. “Alright then, Mr. Andrews-”

“Leo,” he corrected, interrupting. “After all, we’re coworkers now, eh?”
“Leo, then,” I nodded. “I will see you on Monday. I’ll have your parking pass and company I.D. for you by then.” He nodded and moved to leave, waving amiably as he did, and I had to tear my eyes away from his cute ass. “And call me Caleb!” I called, just before the door closed behind him.

When he walked in the door Monday morning, he was one of the first to arrive. I greeted him by first name, and saw him smile. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: jeez, what a cutie. I brandished his parking pass and I.D. and instructed him to hang the pass from his rear-view. I gave him a slip of paper with his printer/copier code on it, and wished him good luck, and wondered if I should ask him to lunch one of these days.

I was replenishing my coffee in the break room when he walked in. He greeted me and I asked how his first day was going.

“Oh, everyone seems pretty nice,” he answered with a little smile. “Sometimes a little too nice, but…” He inclined his head in the direction of Mr. Haywood’s office, indicating that the boss hadn’t been deterred. “Otherwise, it’s been good. How are you?” I shrugged.
“Just making another pot of coffee. Want some?” I indicated my ‘secret’ espresso, and he crossed the room.
“Sure, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to be a mooch.”
“Not at all, I offered,” I answered, smiling. It felt good to give him something. I always felt like feeding people made them like me more, and I definitely wanted him to like me more.

We sat at the table, sipping our coffee and talking about the work day. As it turned out, he had only just moved into the area, and was lucky to be told about an opening at the company.

“So I really don’t know this part of the city at all,” he confided propping his face up in his hand. “Do you know of any good places to eat around here?” It was almost lunch time.
“Um, well there’s a sushi place on 6th, and a Thai restaurant a few blocks over that way,” I pointed, “on the corner of 3rd and Center…” his blank look told me he had no idea what I was talking about.
“I was just lucky to find my way HERE,” he said, laughing.
“Do you want me to draw a map or something?” I asked, pulling out a pen and testing it on my napkin.
“Oh, don’t make me walk four blocks with a friggin’ MAP. I’d feel like a tourist.” He answered, rolling his eyes.
“There’s a guy who comes around here with a cart… he’s got sandwiches and chips and things.” I offered.
“Questionable sanitation?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“Most probably,” I answered.
“Look, why don’t you show me where YOU like to eat? Come on, I’ll even buy.” he had already stood up and was tossing out his cup. Well. Who would have expected he’d ask ME to lunch?

I told him he didn’t need to pay for my lunch, and we were in the elevator. Nothing like lunch break to pack all the elevators to a claustrophobic capacity. We backed up against the wall, trying not to get squished by the growing crowd, and were all too thankful to leave the close space.

“I hate elevators,” he commented as we crossed the lobby. “But I’m just too lazy to take the stairs to the fifteenth floor.”
“What makes you hate elevators?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t prying.
“I had one drop when I was a kid. I was in this enormous train station that had about six levels of parking and something like 5 floors above ground. Anyway, my mother was having a hard time finding a place to park, and I had to find a bathroom, so she let me out of the car to go upstairs to the bathroom while she circled. I was nine or so, I think. So I went up to the ground level and found the restroom, but when I tried to go back down again into the parking levels, the elevator stopped between floors and the lights went out. I didn’t even scream or anything I was so freaked out. I’d seen that one episode of The Twilight Zone, you know, where the elevator stops on the thirteenth floor and then everyone plummets to their deaths?” I nodded, and he continued. “Yeah. So I was just clutching to the rail in there and sure enough, the elevator drops. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so scared in my life. I only fell about one level, but STILL.”
“Were you trapped?” I asked, wondering if the story got any more horrific.
“No, thank god. The doors opened on the floor that I’d dropped to, and I dashed out and took the stairs the rest of the way down to find my mother.”
“Yeesh,” I said.
“Yeah.” He grimaced.
“How do you feel about Chinese?” I asked, we were pretty close to the China Tea House, which I liked a lot.
“I don’t know if I’m that hungry,” he answered. “Chinese restaurants always give huge portions.”
“They say Chinese food is like sex. It’s always good, but an hour later you want more,” I joked without thinking, belatedly realizing I may have crossed a line.

Leo laughed and said he’d never been with anyone who gave as much sex as Chinese restaurants give food, so I figured I hadn’t weirded him out. And that was good.

We ended up having Chinese anyway, and he looked up at me over his kung pao shrimp and asked, “So, Caleb…How long have you lived here?” I swallowed a hot dumpling, coughing as it burned my throat and struggled to answer him, knowing I looked like a fool. “About three years,” I croaked, taking gulps of soda. He was trying not to laugh at me. How good of him.
“And how long have you worked for Haywood and Hadley?” He gestured nonchalance with delicately poised chopsticks.
“About a year,” I answered simply, finally getting control of my voice. He nodded and we drifted into silence, and I almost kicked myself for killing the conversation. I grasped for something to say, not wanting him to think I was an awkward, boring person. “Um, what brought you to the city?” I blurted, glad I’d managed something. He looked up at the ceiling in thought.

“Couldn’t afford the rent anymore,” he laughed. “Used to live upstate with my…um.” He deliberated over whether or not he should make apparent his sexuality. Sorry hun, your walk did the talking for you. “…But then when they left, I couldn’t pay for the place myself, sooo…” he shrugged. I nodded.

“Expensive living up there,” I commented. He hummed in agreement.
“How about you?” he asked, “Why’d you move here?”
“Oh, the usual reason. I was tired of my humdrum life and thought I’d make a fresh start in the big city. It was all very Hollywood.” I waved it off with a casual hand. He smiled. Mmm. STILL a cutie.
“Is it going like you expected?” He was looking at me over the rim of his glass and I had to look away.
“Well, I sure didn’t expect to be a secretary,” I answered, apparently VERY interested in my mushu pork. “But it’s alright. I really needed to get away from my…” I trailed off, realizing I was doing the same thing he’d done. Was going to say ex-boyfriend, remembering this stifling relationship I’d ended with a guy who just couldn’t get a clue and wouldn’t leave me alone… but, well, wasn’t it kind-of understood? I mean, Leo had probably figured me out, right? “…my ex.” I finished. He nodded, taking another bite of shrimp and rice.
“So, where are you from originally?” he asked.
“Born in California, moved to Germany at seven, back to California at 11 after my parents split, then to Arizona and Colorado, went to Michigan State University, then moved here.” I paused. “And there you have it: my life story in 15 seconds.”
He smiled. “You really moved around a lot, huh?” he commented, and I shrugged. “Do you speak fluent German?” he asked and I said that it was probably a little rusty, since I hadn’t used it in forever, but that if I was to fly to Germany tomorrow, I’d probably catch on again.
“That is SO cool!” he gushed, and I was a little surprised. “I wish I could speak another language. Say something in German!”
“Like what?” I was blanking.
“Anything!”
“Ich bin ein Gummi Bär,” I stated with an embarrassed look. I felt like I was being put on the spot.
“What does that mean?” he asked, interested.
“I said I was a gummi bear,” I answered. He gave me an incredulous look and then burst out laughing.
“THAT’S the first thing you thought of?” I shrugged again and he laughed some more. I might have been miffed if he wasn’t so damned attractive. As his chuckles died down, he looked at me warmly and I smiled back, feeling my heart do back flips. The check came with fortune cookies, and I cracked mine open.

“‘Your strength inspires others.’” I read aloud. “What kind of crappy fortune is that?” He chuckled and broke his cookie, reading the fortune silently. “Well, what does your say?” I urged.
“‘Look out for passion in the workplace,’” he read off. He looked up and said, “Do you think it’s telling me to steer clear of Haywood?” he joked, and I smiled, but in my mind the fortune meant that he was destined for me. I shook my head to clear it. What business did I have thinking like that?

There was a small welcome party for him the following Friday… just a little office party with cookies and things, and then most of us went out drinking, as was customary. Leo and I were pretty smashed when we decided to go hide from Haywood, who was on the prowl. (Honestly, I don’t know why anyone lets him drink when every time he gets even more forward than he usually is.) We were laughing and falling over each other like old friends, and I said, “I think we’ve, like, lost him, Scoob… Let’s, like, hide in here!” imitating Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. It struck both of us as the funniest thing ever and we laughed loudly as we ran through the gate of the park, acting like schoolchildren. We collapsed, panting, under a huge oak tree and he giggled again, beginning to sing something slurred and unintelligible. I sang too, or hummed, because I didn’t know the words, and I suspect he didn’t either. He trailed off and then suddenly grabbed my face with one hand and squeezed my cheeks so I made a fish-face, and then he fell backwards, laughing again. I leaned over to do it to him except that he leaned when I did and our foreheads clonked together and he grinned and kissed me. It was just a chaste little peck, and he wrapped his arms around my neck and I slowly lowered my lips to his and kissed him back.

It was slow, it was sweet, and it was good. One of his hands gripped at my back and when we broke apart again, he was smiling. He touched his nose to mine and said, “Boo.” And then we were laughing again, and I rolled so he was on top of me, and I could feel his laughter shaking through me and I stroked my hands down his back and he kissed his way from my neck back to my mouth again and this time it wasn’t so slow. It was one of those hungry kisses and his mouth tasted like Bacardi and he was unconsciously pressing his hips into mine. I rolled over again and rocked my hips in time with his, and he was making these fantastic little noises in his throat and eventually he pulled away from my mouth with a smack and started gasping like, “ah, ah, ah, ah!” My hand was under his shirt and I was rubbing a nipple and I guess he was very sensitive because it had him writhing and saying “Want you, want you,” over and over. “Caleb, call a cab,” he panted, bucking up into me. I stood and helped him up, and he clung to me as I walked with some difficulty to the street. I was so hard it hurt, and he was in about the same state, I guessed. I hailed a taxi and told the cabby my address.
Leo pushed his nose into my neck as we bounced along in the back seat of the taxi, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt a quick bite followed by his hot tongue. MMmm. “Someone knows what I like…” I said, and then giggled when his breath tickled my ear. He nibbled around the shell of my ear and I fumbled with the fare when we got to my apartment. I managed to pay the cabby (who had probably seen stranger things) and stumbled into the lobby, fishing for my keys with Leo slumped against me, boneless. He gave me this goofy smile as we nearly fell into the elevator, and he mumbled, “…hate elevators,” into my shirt. Somehow, that was as funny as my Shaggy impression, and we were laughing like idiots when the doors pinged open on my floor and I managed to get the door open before we fell all over each other. Standing again and still fighting laughter, I kicked the door closed and we kissed against the wall in the hallway and I unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. He started to push my Casual Friday sweater up over my head and it fell to the floor near the bedroom door. He was running his hands up and down my sides as if strumming my ribs, and finally we fell onto the bed, him on top of me, and he broke the kiss, leaning back to look at me, and I smiled and said, “Hey there.” He made a kissy face and arched an eyebrow, turning his head to the side. It was a mock-sexy look and I giggled and rolled over twice so that he was still on top of me but we weren’t falling off the edge of the bed anymore.

Leo nuzzled into my collar bone and lifted his hips. How could I resist? My hands slipped down his back to the curve of his ass, and god DAMN, it felt as good as it looked, so I told him so and he made an odd keening noise and nibbled my neck some more. The more he did that, the more lost I was, and I gripped his ass and pulled his hips to mine, grinding hard and fast. Even through the pants we still wore, I could feel how rock-hard he was, and he was bucking against me, just as needy, his back arching and his mouth forming a little ‘o’.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” I told him. He moaned. My fingers dug into the tight flesh of his perfect ass and I said, “Wanna fuck you so hard you lose your mind... wanna see you pant and moan and come so hard you can’t see straight.” His hips sped up against mine and he moaned again, repeating my name over and over. I loved that sound. A few more bucks and he was really singing, and I wondered distantly if my neighbours could hear him, he was nearly shouting my name, and then he bent like a crossbow, his breath catching in his throat as he came hard into his jeans. He was still spasming when I climaxed, his name becoming one long groan in my throat.

After what felt like forever, he collapsed all over me like a wet blanket, panting hot into my neck. “Mmm, Fuck,” he mumbled, and I could hear the smile. “Yeah,” I agreed. “Never came so hard in my life,” he said. “Fuck, Caleb.” I guess he was fond of that word when drunk, or something. I stroked my hands down his sweaty back and tried to run my hands through his hair, but they got tangled in the damp bangs and I gave up. I could feel the cum hot and sticky in my boxer shorts and it registered that they’d be crusty in the morning, but at this point I couldn’t care less. Leo was curling around me like some huge and self-satisfied cat, his fingers flexing against my skin now and then. I wondered if he was going to fall asleep like that. “Hey,” I half-whispered, running a knuckle against his cheek. He buried his face in my collarbone, saying something like, “Mmm sleepy,” and I decided we could just sleep, just like this. I reached around him as best I could and tugged the covers up around us.

I woke up miserable and hung over, and the morning light was REALLY too bright. I cursed the ineffectual blinds, and the sun that had no right to be up on a Saturday when nobody else wanted to be up, and the alcohol and the world in general, and tried to get up to block out the sun, only to find that my hips were being held down, and then the whole night came rushing back to me. The point was driven home when I shifted my legs a little and felt how crusty my shorts were. I grimaced and peered under the covers, where Leo was hiding from the waking world. I had to smile. He had wrapped his arms around my waist, and his nose was buried in my hip bone, his breath puffing out most attractively over my lower belly. I shifted again, wondering if I should wake him or just sit here, waiting for him to wake up. The light finally got to him and he clenched his eyes shut, trying to hold onto sleep by clutching me tighter to him. He whined a little in his throat and snuggled down into the dark under the covers, inadvertently nuzzling my crotch sweetly. Mm, that’s nice.

The rough material of my jeans or the harsh feel of my zipper must have woken him, and he blinked up at me blearily. Then he groaned and clutched his head. I guessed he felt pretty hideous, as well. “Feel siiiick,” he groused, and I panicked, grabbing the little plastic wastebasket I kept under the nightstand. I held it at the side of the bed just in time for him to lean over it and cough up lord knows how much of the shit he poured into his body last night. Who was I to talk, though? Anyway, I was lucky, I’d never been a puking drunk. I just had about the worst headache in all of creation, and I winced as he voided the contents of his stomach into my little trash bin. Finally his heaves slowed and he rubbed his eyes. “Ugh, I’m never drinking again. I always say that. Caleb, never let me drink again.” Well, at least it looked like he only regretted PART of the night, and not the part where he came into his pants against my cock. Maybe he was okay with that part? He asked where the bathroom was and I gestured, watching him stumble from the bed, and nearly trip over the tangle of blankets around his ankles. I noticed he closed the door when he went into the bathroom. My ex never did, and I never understood why. Did he think I loved him so much I wanted to hear his urine hitting the water in the toilet bowl? I assure you, I didn’t. I heard Leo flush, and turned toward the bathroom door. He stuck his head out and asked if he could use some of my mouthwash. I said he could, and when he disappeared into the bathroom again I covered my face with my pillow, trying to will away the throbbing behind my eyes and in my skull. Before I knew it, the pillow was being pulled away and Leo’s face came into view above mine, a lazy, lopsided grin smeared across it. He leaned down and gave my lips a peck, and I guessed he was alright with last night. I licked my lips and tasted Listerine.
“So… Thanks for everything,” he said, still smiling warmly. I attempted to smile back and he brushed the hair off my forehead tenderly, an apologetic look on his face. “How are you feeling?” he asked me, and I told him I had a splitting headache, and he tsked and got up to bring me some water and asked if I wanted an aspirin or something.
“You’re sweet,” I said quietly, shutting my eyes. I heard him chuckle, and felt him crawling back into bed. When his hand found its way into my pants, I opened my eyes again, but he told me to keep them closed, with this sexy little smile that I just couldn’t say no to. Who could? He rubbed me and stroked me slowly, and I hummed in appreciation. He got my pants open and my boxers out of the way, and it felt good to have my cock free of its confines as he stroked me to full hardness. “Mmm, you’re big,” he commented quietly. I wondered if he was just saying it for my ego’s sake, but then his mouth closed around the head and it didn’t matter anymore.

Ooohh, somebody really taught him how to do this right. He was licking all around the head and through the slit and then sinking down to suck me as far as he could and I was sure I was making embarrassing noises and squirming because OH MY GOD, it felt so good. He was fisting the part of me he couldn’t fit in his mouth, and every time he bobbed his head up, he swirled his tongue around the tip. I was gripping the sheets, and thrashing my head and he looked up at me and I gave him a desperate, pleading look, and he groaned, the sound going straight through my length and I shuddered. He pulled off and I wondered why but he was kicking his pants off and sucking two fingers into his mouth and I nearly came at the sight, and I had to screw my willpower to the sticking point when he reached back and started prepping himself. JESUS, he looked hot, on all fours, panting slightly as he finger-fucked himself, adding a second finger and making little noises in his throat. My cock was drooling precome as he pulled his fingers out. He rummaged in my bedside drawer and found a condom, and rolled it onto me without pretense. He hoisted himself up and sat poised, the rosy pucker of his entrance just brushing my tip as I held myself steady for him, hoping he didn’t notice my arm shaking. He looked down at me with that same sexy little smile and then eased himself down, holding his breath. I groaned all the way, and when he was fully seated, I placed my hands on his hips and rubbed his hipbones tenderly, partially as thanks, but partially to calm myself down so I wouldn’t come on the spot. He dragged himself upwards and sat down again, hard, angling so I’d hit his prostate dead-on. His eyes flew open and he gasped my name, and it became a mantra, my name on his lips every time he pushed his tight, hot little ass down into my hips.

“Ohh, so deep, so full, Caleb!” He started fisting himself and I wondered if he was always this vocal in bed. I warned him that I was close and his hand sped up on his cock, his eyes clenching shut and his mouth hanging open. He rode me hard, speeding up, and FUCK, he was to tight it felt like he was sucking me in, and I started bucking up to meet his downward thrusts and he screamed.

“FUCK! So deep! Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, gonna come, please… oh!” His hand was a blur over his rock-hard erection, and he came, shivering violently, clamping down on me, his hand still moving over his cock as strings of his release landed on my stomach and flowed over his hands. I came, watching him, and thrust up, deep deep deep and he screamed again and almost sobbed as he came again, rocking against me in blinding pleasure while I moaned and shuddered and spent myself, buried within him.

My bones felt like jelly and he didn’t seem too keen on moving, either, so we just stayed in bed for most of the day, flopped like throw rugs over the blankets and each other. Sometime in the late afternoon, he fucked me into the mattress, and by that point I REALLY couldn’t move, and we didn’t even get up to eat until the next morning… that is, after I sucked him off in the shower and we kissed under the spray until the hot water ran out.

For all that we work together I can never see enough of him, and it seems funny, now, when Haywood flirts with one of us or the other, not knowing that Leo and I have been screwing like bunnies since Leo’s welcome party. Looking back, I guess we did move pretty fast, but as far as I’m concerned it was all predestined the minute he came through the door, walking that way.