Page 67 of Call Me Sir

Oh the reluctant grin he gives me is going to make it hard to keep to my word.

After another long moment of hesitation, he looks to the doorway in the lamplight and flicks off the light. I think I’ve lost my chance until he crawls over me and throws an arm around me.

“I’m sleeping on top of the covers.”

I adjust my ass slightly, like a beacon seeking his dick. Calling him.

“Cole,” he says as a warning.

“What?” I try to sound as innocent as possible.

Sal scoffs and I love the sound.

He shifts and his dick rests against my ass. I want to break my promise but I’m too damn tired and fall asleep immediately.

Twenty One

Sal

Leaving Cole felt wrong. It went against everything in my brain. But I can’t miss work, no matter how cute and cuddly he looked.

A knock at the door startles me and I jump as Tony strolls into my office.

He’s chattering on about something and I’m ready to go off on him to tell him we’re not buddies. How last night hanging at Cole’s was a one time fluke.

My brain screams how wrong all of this is, how messy it is. This is the very reason why I’ve always kept my relationships secret. I didn’t flaunt them and all my boyfriends felt like a secret and resented me for it… Everything got messy when people found out I’m gay.

I don’t tune in to what Tony is saying until I hear Cole’s name.

“You’re such a great boss. I’m sure Cole appreciates it. It’s been hard for him trying to find people who care about him.”

He covers his mouth as if he’s said too much, well because he has. Why is he sharing this with me? And why do I care to know more?

“What do you mean?”

Tony hesitates, running a hand across the top of his head. The dark hair bounces underneath his hand.

“His family isn’t super supportive. You know, it’s funny because people always say, sexuality doesn’t matter, but then proceed to act strange, sometimes even unintentionally, about people being different…”

For once, Anthony stops talking, the one time I want him to overshare. “Anyways, thanks boss man.”

I nod and rub my temples, exhausted after that one sided conversation.

I wish I didn’t know what Cole is going through, but I do. I guess being open about being gay doesn’t take away the problems. Here I thought he was carefree and doing whatever he wanted, with less consequences somehow.

And it solidifies my thoughts, it’s not worth it to announce one’s sexuality to the world.

I pull out my phone and send a text to Cole.

Me: Hope you’re feeling better.

Snuggling Cole was not the plan, and it was damn near impossible not to get an erection.

Correction, it was impossible. But he either didn’t mind or wasn’t aware. Thankfully he didn’t tempt me to use it on him.

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Friday can’t come soon enough.

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