Page 19 of Troy

Striding off, I retrace my footsteps to find Troy. Walking briskly down the hallway, I see him standing at the window, looking down at where I abandoned Nico. Cautiously, I approach him and see Nico is still standing where I left him.

“What did he say?” Troy inquires, his voice devoid of emotion. Turning his head to survey me, I can see concern etched on his face, but who is he worried about?

“What do you mean?” I hedge.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rafferty: what did Nico say that made you look so pissed?” Troy narrows his eyes at me.

“He’s just looking after you, Troy; don’t worry about it, I’m not.” I reach out to him, relief flooding me as he steps into my arms.

“Just ignore him, Raff. He still thinks of me as the little, eighteen-year-old I was when he first met me. I’ll speak to him about it.” Troy offers his face up to be kissed. Now, who am I to deny him that?

Breaking apart, I glimpse down at the gym and spot Ryan talking to Nico and a smile spreads across my face, “I think Ryan is already dealing with it, don’t you?”

Nico is red-face as Ryan continues to talk to him, but then his eyes swivel up to where we stand, making me step back from the glass.

“He can’t see in, honey, it’s reflective from the outside. C’mon, let’s go and check out your office. We can get all your equipment moved over here this weekend so it’s ready for you to start on Monday.” Troy guides me a few feet down the corridor and stops to point out one room. “This is my office, so I have allocated the room next to me as your office. We will work closely together, but we won’t be in each other’s pockets.”

“Tell me, baby, did you plan for me to have an adjoining office before you met me, or has this been something you organized yesterday?” My mouth close to his ear, I sense the shivers running over his body as my hand rests on his lower back. I love how Troy laughs so naturally.

“Oh, Rafferty, honey, please don’t flatter yourself too much. This was arranged as soon as I started to organize your position. We had a back-up if you weren’t interested.” Sincere, Troy still blushes.

“Oh, really? Who did you have in mind to take my place?” I toy with him but, heck, this is so much fun.

“Look, do you want to see it or not?” Troy pouts.

“God, Troy, you are so adorable. Come on, baby, show me my office, please.” I flutter my eyelashes, wrenching a fit of laughter from him.

“You are going to be so much trouble, Raff. I’m not sure I’ve picked the right room. You might be better off in the basement.” Troy opens the door at the side of his office and walks through. Following closely behind, I stop when I see the large, open room.

“Wow! This is bigger than yours, baby, What’s that all about?” Stepping in further, I take in the bare space, the only furniture a large corner desk placed haphazardly on the edge of the room.

“I guessed you’d bring your own equipment so would need the room for that. You can speak to the maintenance department; they will hook you up with shelving or racking. Whatever you need, you just ask.” I watch as Troy steps up to the desk and rests against it. Leaning back, he crosses one foot over the other and scrutinizes me. “What are you thinking, Raff?”

“I’m thinking you are pretty much fucking perfect.” I saunter up to him, a swagger in my step. Caging him, my arms reaching around his back and catching his hands, I continue, “I’m thinking this table has promise. I’m thinking about fucking you on it. I’m thinking we need to leave here, now.” I hover over him, my mouth close to his ear, as I whisper before tracing the contour of his ear with my tongue.

“I think you may be right.” Troy pushes himself up, pressing against my body.

“I can’t kiss you, Troy; if I do, we won’t be making it home.”

“Let’s go.” Troy tries to move around me but I can’t resist nudging my hips forward, grazing my cock against his own erection. Allowing him past, I let my hand caress his butt, producing a laugh, a beautiful sound.

Troy makes quick work of locking his office before dragging me to the elevator.

“Baby, we can take the stairs.” I mutter into his ear.

“We could, but I can’t kiss you as easily on the stairs, and, boy, do I want to kiss you.” Troy’s dark eyes flash at me as the elevator pings its arrival. Who am I to complain?

Stepping inside, Troy pushes me against the back wall and covers my body with his. Heat comes off his body in waves as he kisses me. His hands reach up to my hair and pull the leather thong, freeing my hair from its confines. His fingers dig into the tangle and grip firmly, not too tight but enough to send messages to my cock.

“Hmmm, fuck, you taste good.” Troy mumbles into my mouth then delves back in for more, his tongue caressing mine, becoming more and more insistent.

“Troy, hold on, baby, this can wait. Come on, let’s get out of here.” I step to the side as the doors slide open, taking the leather strap back from Troy’s fingers and run my hands through my hair to pull it back and tie it up again.

A chuckle coming from the side of the atrium causes us to look across and find Ryan and Nico watching us as we smooth our hair and clothes. “Been there, done that!” Ryan calls out to us but Troy simply flips him the finger, eliciting more laughter from the pair.

Taking the lead, I rush out the doors, into the bright sunlight and blazing heat. “Jeez, it’s hot as hell. Oh well, good practice for me, I guess.”

“Oh, Raff, you’re not that much of a bad-boy.” Troy laughs, pressing the button on his key fob to unlock his vehicle.

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