*All characters are 18+, and this is a work of fiction.*
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**Brief summary:** ***[Garrett](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/cg7isMZ7fe) was sought out by [Victor](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/3rm05t24fl), the impossibly wealthy CFO, to work under him at TannerCorp. As a secret relationship has developed, the two men have learned more about each other and how to unite in spite of their differences.***
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I awoke a little earlier than Victor, and that was by design. After speaking with Karoline, I knew she had everything set up for me to surprise Victor. So, as quietly as I could, I slipped out of bed and got dressed in the silk pajamas.
I made my way down the hall in silence to greet Karoline and get started.
And then, when I was done, I slinked my way back into bed without disturbing Victor, closing my eyes until we were to wake for the day. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. I could feel his cock, bulging hard as it was wedged against my asscheeks.
But eventually, I was able to fall asleep again, only to be woken up soon after by Victor, who sat up.
“Good morning, darling,” he said softly when I turned my head toward him.
“Morning, babe,” I smiled, tracing circles along his chest. “How’d you sleep?”
“Quite well,” he sighed. “Always better with you.”
We got up and showered together. I wanted to spend a little time getting frisky with him, but I didn’t want him to think that was all I was interested. So I kept my hands above his waist, except when he asked me to wash his ass, which I realized I hadn’t fucked after he had cleaned out. My dick twitched at what couldn’t been.
Then we got dressed and made our way to the door. In the final hallway, I jogged ahead of Victor to carry out my plan.
“Garrett, where are—“ He stopped still.
I stood in front of the fridge, out of which I’d pulled two brown paper bags. I held out one of them, which I’d labeled, **V2**. He took short, slow steps toward me and grabbed the bag with both hands with a furrowed brow.
He swallowed hard and said, “Thank you. Um… Excuse me, Malachi is waiting. I’ll see you at the office.” And he gave me a quick peck on the cheek before floating past me in a daze and out the front door.
*Did I do something wrong?* I panicked, looking to Karoline, who seemed just as awestruck as me.
His car was gone by the time I got into the one meant for me. I greeted James, who was quite chipper, and I tried to calm myself down on the drive. I texted Victor, asking if everything was okay, but he didn’t reply.
Once we got to the parking lot, I thanked James. When I opened my door, I noticed the other car, with Malachi in the front seat. The window was down, and he waved me over.
“Good morning, Mr. Garrett,” he said with a soft smile. I peered in through his window, but it didn’t seem like Victor was still in the car.
“Hi, Malachi. How are you?”
“Fine, thank you. Listen,” he tilted his head down a bit to look into my eyes. “Forgive me for overstepping, but is everything alright between you and Mr. Tanner? I understand it’s none of my business, but in all of my years with him, I’ve never seen him cry. But this morning, that man wept. The entire drive, he just wept.”
Malachi looked worried, and that made me feel even worse. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t know what to say.
“I… I don’t know,” I said. “We didn’t have a fight or anything.”
I didn’t want to say that I’d potentially triggered some deep trauma about his dead mother. Or that I’d done too much too fast.
“Well, I hope both of you are alright,” Malach said. “Again, I apologize for overstepping.”
I assured him he was fine, and I decided to go get coffee for Victor. That way I’d have to go to his office and talk to him. He couldn’t ignore me. *Could he?*
I was almost relieved when I saw that Ashli wasn’t working. As I walked back with the americanos, I had to really focus on keeping my hands steady to avoid spilling them. As the elevator rose, so did my anxiety.
I left one drink at my own desk, and I took a very deep breath, thankful the office was mostly empty, and I walked, both too slowly and much too fast, to Victor’s office door. I rapped my knuckles just beneath his nameplate, three times, closing my eyes.
But in seconds the door opened.
“Come in,” said Victor. Then he sniffled, as though he were still crying.
He closed the door behind me, as I set the two drinks in the carrier on his desk, right next the sack lunch I’d made him. And when I turned around, Victor’s arms were wrapped around me like he was holding on for dear life, squeezing me almost too tight. And then I felt his shoulders shake as hot puffs of air hit my neck. He sobbed, silently, and I held him.
I desperately hoped I hadn’t upset or hurt him, but I had never seen him in this level of distress.
“Victor, I’m so sorry, I—“
But he cut me off with a kiss, his lips salty with tears. Still taking heaving breaths, he pulled away and stared directly into my eyes. His were red and puffy, sending another pang of guilt right to my heart.
“Garrett,” he said, shaking, “please don’t apologize.” He grabbed both of my hands. “I just need to say this, and if it’s too much, I understand.” He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath.
“Victor…” He was scaring me. Had I really ruined everything?
“I really, really like you, Garrett. Being with you has made me feel alive, like I’m finally in the driver’s seat of my own life—which, as I say that aloud, I realize is ironic, considering my transportation situation. But I mean that. I feel like I’m finally, truly living.”
The deep parts of my subconscious were waiting for him to say, ‘but.’
“What you did this morning,” he continued, causing my heart rate to escalate even higher, “was the most incredible and thoughtful thing anyone has ever, ever done for me. I’m sorry I just left, but I was so… so overcome with emotion. And I know that crying is nothing to be ashamed of, but I know you know what it’s like to feel ashamed of your own emotions. So I ran from it instead of just talking.”
“No, it’s okay,” I replied, relieved but still concerned. “It was probably too much.”
“No, never.” He squeezed my hand. “Thank you, Garrett. What you did means everything to me. More than any luxury I’ve ever indulged in. You’re really my everything.”
I felt a lump in my own throat, but I didn’t want to walk back to my desk in tears. I smiled softly at him, and I leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“I’d do anything for you, Victor.” And I meant it. Even if he already had everything.
I walked to the door, thankful things were far from ruined. As I opened it, he smiled.
“That’s all, Mr. Middleditch,” he said, clearing his throat. “Thank you… for the coffee.”
About halfway through the day, Victor called me into his office again. Paulette and I had been catching up, jovially, so the day was going quite quickly. Plus, I wasn’t anxious about the stability of my relationship, so I was riding a wave of relief all day.
“Yes, Mr. Tanner?” I walked in the open door.
“Come here,” he said, waving me to his desk. Once I was closer, he said, “I have a dinner scheduled with my father tonight. I was really hoping we could spend the evening together, you and I, but he wants to discuss business, so these dinners usually go quite late, and I have to depend on his driver to take me home, because I hate to make Malachi drive me so late.”
I sighed, disappointed, but I understood.
“That’s alright,” I said, forcing a smile. “I should probably spend a few nights a week at my own place, huh?”
“I feel terrible. A night with you is much preferred to dinner either Vic, Sr., I can assure you.”
I smiled, this time authentically. I walked out of his office, ready for the rest of my day. I even cracked into the lunch I’d packed. It was simple: just a sandwich and a banana. But I had wanted to keep it simple.
The rest of the day went smoothly, and by the time I headed out, I was growing a bit tired, despite several very restful nights with Victor. James was waiting to drive me home, so I closed my eyes for the short, rainy drive to my apartment.
Once I walked inside, I felt a crushing loneliness. I’d been plenty lonely before, but this particular, Victor-missing brand of loneliness was painful. We texted back and forth throughout the evening, and I just sautéed up some vegetables as a stir-fry with some rice for dinner.
**Dinner is boring. Everything is boring without you. — V2** He messaged as I sat in front of the TV, barely paying attention to the moving shapes and colors on the screen.
**I’d much rather eat you than what I cooked.**
I figured a silly message may help lighten the mood. After some more back-and-forth, I heard thunder outside, along with the loud sloshin of water runoff from the roofs of the apartments.
**I forgot my phone charger, and it’s probably going to die. Just a heads up.**
**Thanks for letting me know. If I don’t hear from you, I hope you have a good night. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!** I sent a picture of myself smiling, and he replied with a heart.
I tried my best to stay distracted as evening turned to night. But I couldn’t quite turn my mind off as another movie played on mute while I stared up at the ceiling. I pondered if it was healthy to miss someone this much after less than a day. And it didn’t seem to matter where I was, or what we had in front of us. I just liked being with Victor.
But I was starting to like him in the same way a human likes air and water. Was I dependent on him for my own happiness? Or was he just a major source of joy? And why was I questioning it all so much?
I eventually turned off the TV, and the only light in my apartment came from the light over the stove. And although my eyes were closed, my mind was wide awake, replaying events from the whirlwind that was my life since meeting Victor. Everything had changed so much in such a short time, and I questioned if I could ever go back.
*Of course I can,* I thought, scolding myself. Less than a month with Victor couldn’t be enough to change me forever. *But has it?*
Suddenly I was bolted from my trance by a loud knocking on my door. It was almost midnight, so I started fearing the worst. Had someone watched my place while I was gone and seen it empty and planned to rob me tonight?
I scrambled to the door like a startled cat, and another loud knock nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.
“Garrett?” A voice came from outside.
*It can’t be…* I unlocked the door and opened it to find a rain-soaked Victor, shivering in front of my door. For a moment, I became convinced I was dreaming. It didn’t make sense for him to be there.
“Victor?” I opened the door wider to welcome him in. He stood on the small rug I had for shoes, dripping. “Are you okay?”
I ran to my linen closet and grabbed him a clean towel. On face was a mix of relief and sadness as he dried his hair.
“I’m… I’m okay,” he finally said. “Better now.”
“What are you doing here? What happened?” I grabbed his hands, and they were stone cold. I helped him out of his wet clothes, and he stood in his briefs, which were also soaked through.
“I don’t know, I just needed to see you.” He stared at the floor, towel around his torso, so I grabbed him and held him, and he shivered in my arms.
“Here, let’s get you in the shower,” I said. “Warm you up.”
I guided him to my bathroom and turned on the hot water. Victor shrugged the towel off and slid his underwear down. His dick and balls were shriveled from the damp and cold. He stepped into the shower, so I stripped down and joined him.
I let him stand under the water, still unsure if this was truly happening.
“What happened?” I asked, holding him from behind. “Did something happen at dinner?”
“Things were fine. We had some drinks. And then, I asked him if he remembered my mother’s lunches. And he… He didn’t.” He turned to face me. “The thing I remember most about her, he just doesn’t. I knew their marriage wasn’t perfect, but that’s my mother. His wife. He doesn’t even remember her doing that kindness every single day?”
“I’m so sorry, Victor,” I said. I knew how disappointed he must have felt.
“So I lost my temper; I shouted at him for being unfaithful to my mother and distant to both of us. He scolded me and told me to get my head out of my ass and stop living in the past. And how he gave me ‘everything.’” He looked into my eyes, grabbing both of my arms. “And all I could think about was that *you’re* the one giving me everything I need.”
I reached for his face, pulling it toward mine. We both closed our eyes, our lips signing a silent contract of understanding.
“So,” he continued, “he left me. And my phone was dead, so I couldn’t call Malachi, or you, or anyone. Luckily the restaurant owner let me use his phone, so I called a cab. But I got disoriented in the dark, and he let me off at the wrong building, and I wandered to every one until I found yours.”
“Oh, my god, Victor!” I felt terrible. His night had soured so poorly, and he was left all alone. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. He’ll be over it tomorrow.”
“No, I meant that I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I wish I could’ve been there for you.” I felt the lump in my throat return again.
“But you are. I could have gone home. But it’s not home anymore without you.”
I kissed him again, this time deeper, more passionate. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel so much better having him there. As the water warmed us both, blood rushed to more of our bodies. I felt his cock start to stiffen up as our tongues pushed back and forth. We held each other’s faces, letting our hips move on their own.
I was getting hard now, too, as the kiss turned from one of comfort to one of hunger and desire. I hoped he was on the same page, because I certainly didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable with this.
But he pulled away and growled, “I want you in every possible way, Garrett. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. I think you’re becoming my home.”
And he fell to his knees, there in my shower, and I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. I reached up to angle the shower head to where it wouldn’t drench him so severely, and he graciously got to work, again like he was worshipping my body. I reached up and undid my hair, and his eyes widened.
“Oh, Victor,” I moaned as his expert tongue danced along the underside of my engorged cock. For someone who originally expressed insecurity regarding his skills, I found him to be very talented.
He grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into his mouth. Although he entered my home freezing cold, the warmth of his tongue was heavenly and comforting, delicate and strong as he swallowed me down. But this man deserved comfort as well.
“Stand up, babe,” I breathed, pulling his shoulders. Our lips met again, and for a moment I could taste my own precum on his lips. But then I turned us around and took his place, down on my knees, staring at his beautiful dick.
I slid him onto my tongue and into my mouth, and I heard him exhale, grabbing my head gently, his fingers weaving their way into my wet hair. His balls had dropped back to their normal place, hanging heavily beneath. I grabbed them with one hand, gripping his shaft with the other.
By this point, all the cold in his body had been replaced by steamy heat as the room fogged up. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as the hot water rained on my back. I bobbed my head back and forth, trying to take down as much of his length as I could.
I closed my eyes, listening to the lyrical way he moaned my name. The catch in his voice as the head of his cock slid against the back of my throat. His heavy sighs.
“Oh, Garrett,” he sang, casting another spell on me. I gave his balls a gentle squeeze, pressing my index finger against the flesh of his taint, and he moaned even louder.
Like playing chords on a piano, I tried different combinations of suction and angles, listening to whatever sound it drew from him each time. I found that when I swirled my tongue around his circumcision scar and flexed the muscles in my throat, all while massaging just above his asshole, he yelped in an even higher frequency than I’d ever heard.
But when I took his whole length and squeezed his balls, he gasped loudly. Every time. And suddenly, he pulled me back up and sunk down to his knees again.
We played this tender back-and-forth game, taking each other to the edge and switching off. I knew it was growing late into the night, and the heat of the water was starting to dwindle. But I could’ve stayed there with him forever as the water washed away our troubles and the curtain was enough to shut out the rest of the world.
We kissed again, our bodies pressed together, both of us shoving our hips forward and back and letting our dicks slip and slide together. Then he pressed his forehead against mine, staring into me with those jade-green eyes.
“Cum with me,” he whispered. “Please.”
I nodded, shaking both of our heads. And Victor eached between us and grabbed our cocks together, so I joined him, lacing my fingers with his around our shafts.
And together, we started stroking ourselves. After edging together for as long as we had, I feared I’d finish quickly, but as we looked into each other’s eyes and the physical sensations took over, I felt so connected with him, almost like we were one. So in a way, I knew we’d cum together, because we were connected so deeply, laced together like our fingers as they frotted our cocks.
As our gasping breaths, even, synchronized, I felt the oncoming orgasm like a tsunami. At first, it was like every sensation was sucked away, as though it were collecting and building. And then, I could tell the massive wave was approaching, creeping closer and closer, growing stronger and stronger, inescapable and awe-inspiring.
All I could see were Victor’s eyes, blurring together as the rest of the room faded away. Then the wave crashed ashore in a big way.
At the same time, both of us were stammering out something line, “I’m cumming!” But it probably sounded more like a battle cry in an ancient language. The explosion was hot, fiery as our locked fingers cranked out huge ropes that splattered against our chests, some of it washing away in the water.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, and I nearly lost my balance. Thanks to our grip on each other’s behinds, we were steady as the two of us continued cumming. Our moans were almost harmonic as our collective climax started to recede.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Most of our but had been swept away by the shower, but there was still a mess, especially in my chest hair. As I looked back up to Victor, he was grinning.
“I swear to you,” he whispered, kissing my cheek, “that’s not the reason I came here.” Then he bit his lip and added, chuckling, “Well, not the only reason.”
“And I swear to *you,*” I replied with a smirk, “that’s not why I got in the shower with you.” And I joked, “Well, not the only reason.”
I rinsed the rest of the cum off of me, and the hot water was really dwindling. So we made our way out, and I, luckily, had another clean, dry towel.
“Would you like some dry clothes, babe?” We stood in the steamy bathroom with the door open, drying off before the fogged-up mirror.
“That would be great,” he said with a smile. “Although, if we’re just going to bed, do we need clothes.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s true. But I know after being out in the rain, sometimes it just feels nice to throw on a nice, dry outfit.” I looked at his body as he dried his hair as small droplets of water sprayed from him. Then I said, “But maybe some dry sheets will be good enough.
“Skin-to-skin with my Garrett is *always* good enough,” he said, dropping his towel and walking up to me, sandwiching his body against mine. I felt his hands slide along my back. “Thank you for letting me come here without warning. I know it’s late. But I really needed you tonight.”
“I was wide awake, thinking how pathetic I felt for how badly I wanted to be with you,” I admitted. “So you, here, right now, is exactly what I needed tonight, too.”
We held each other, nude, in the light of my bathroom that spilled out into my dark apartment. As I flicked the light off, we were plunged into darkness, but I held his hand and led us to the bed. I climbed in first, and I felt as he joined me as my little spoon.
“Wait,” he said. “Can I… borrow your phone charger, please? I should schedule an email to Malachi for tomorrow to pick me up here.”
“Oh, yeah! Of course, babe. Hold on.” I reached my hand down the wall behind my bed and the tips of my fingers grazed the dangling cable. After another reaching attempt, I managed to grab it, and I handed the end to Victor.
“Thank you,” he replied as he plugged the end into his phone.
“But,” I said, “I could drive us tomorrow.”
“That could be risky,” he replied quickly, in a way that implied he’d already considered it.
“Not if we get there early enough. Just tell Malachi he has the morning off.” I started brainstorming out loud. “I could even drop you off at the garage, circle the block, and then park, so no one in or out of the garage would be able to out the pieces together.”
“Let’s do it,” Victor said with such conviction that I was almost surprised.
“Really?”
“Yeah, why don’t you drop me off, drive to the coffee shop, and then by the time you’re back, I’ll have long since settled into the office?“ Then after a few seconds, he said, “At this point, I don’t even care if the world finds out about us. I’m so upset with my father that he could disown me. I’d be happy to let everything go, if I knew we’d be together.”
“Victor,” I breathed, holding him tighter. “We’ll be careful. I don’t think I’m worth throwing your life away.”
In the dark, he turned his head back toward me. He whispered, “The only life worth anything is a life with you.”
I wanted to tell him I loved him. But, despite everything, it still felt too soon. We’d both slipped up and almost said it already, but even though many aspects of our relationship were far from traditional, I wanted to at least do something right. We couldn’t just rush the ‘I love you’ timeline.
*But what use is pretending I don’t feel something?* That thought echoed in my mind as the tendrils of sleep wrapped around me, pulling me away, off into dreams.
My phone’s alarm woke us with plenty of time to carry out our plan. Victor’s suit was still soaked, but luckily I had enough suits in my house to clothe a small army. He joked that the long sleeves made him look childish, but it would have to do. He thanked me, but I reminded him that he was the one who had purchased them.
“Ah, but not the socks and underwear,” he smiled, tugging up the waistband of the generic brand of boxer briefs I’d gotten from a big box store. “It’s kinda of sexy knowing I’m in your underwear. Almost naughty.”
I liked when he was playful and silly like this. I started to think more and more about what he had said in bed. What if all we really needed was each other? We could make it work in my little apartment. Maybe we’d struggle, but I’d rather struggle with Victor than alone.
*Hell,* I thought, *at this point, I’d almost rather struggle with him than thrive alone.* And I realized… I was a goner. Done. Cooked.
I’d completely fallen for Victor Tanner, Jr., with every fiber of my being.
“Darling?” He placed his hand on top of mine as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I’d made us coffee, and it brewed during our morning shower. He’d caught me zoning out, staring at the deep brown of the liquid in the chipped mug I’d made in 8th grade pottery.
“Sorry,” I chuckled. “Just thinking.”
“Anything I should worry about?”
“No,” was my reply, accompanied by a wide grin. “Not at all, babe.”
I wanted to wait for the right time to tell him exactly what I felt. Sure, the growing love I felt for him was so comfortable and familiar, but morning coffee didn’t seem like the right time. It had to be special and perfect, like every moment with Victor was.
——
I pulled over on the corner by the parking garage to our building, and Victor leaned over to kiss me.
“I’ll see you soon,” he smiled, pulling his sleeves up before getting out of the car. With his eyes down, he made a beeline for the doors, and I drove to *Brewbie’s*. Fortunately, I seemed to be there during a mild lull in the morning rush; so there was a parking spot right out front.
I walked in and joined the short line, patiently waiting my turn. After a few minutes I walked up and saw AshliC who greeted me as warmly as ever, and she quickly got started.
As she handed me my drinks, I realized I was a bit hungry, since we hadn’t had anything for breakfast.
“Can I actually also get two muffins, please? I’ll buy those separately.” It was my treat to Victor. He deserved to know someone was thinking about him. Someone thought he was special.
“Absolutely. That’ll be five bucks.”
But when I reached for my wallet, I remembered it was still in my car.
“Oh, god,” I groaned. “My wallet’s in the car. I’m so sorry.” And I dashed outside, almost running into a woman who looked quite familiar as she entered the building. She seemed distracted, too, so it wasn’t an issue.
In all, it took maybe twenty seconds to retrieve my wallet, and another ten to pay for the muffins, which Ashli kindly bagged up separately. I bid her goodbye, but as I turned to leave, someone was staring at me.
It was that woman. But it wasn’t just any woman. It was Lisa, whose job I’d been handed on a silver platter.
“Delivery boy,” she said. “That’s your car out there?” She pointed outside.
“Uh, yes,” I replied softly.
“Hm.” She tapped her foot, crossing her arms. “I was walking here, just out for a morning walk, and as I passed by my old workplace, I happened to see my old boss, Victor Tanner, getting out of some little car.”
Her voice was getting louder, and I considered running out the door, but I was frozen.
“But it was strange, because the Victor Tanner I know takes black suburbans everywhere he goes, and he wouldn’t dare be dropped off on the street.” Her tone was accusatory, but I remained frozen in place.
“So, what are you saying?” I managed to choke out, trying to deflect in a way that wasn’t obvious.
“I’m just saying it’s odd for the boss to ask his secretary to be his chauffeur. Especially at 9 in the morning.” And then she turned toward the counter as though I weren’t even there.
*What the fuck?* I screamed in my head as I pushed the coffee shop doors open with my elbow. As I drove to the parking garage, I was panicking. I had to tell Victor as soon as possible, as he would be the only one who would know how to mitigate the situation.
But then I remembered someone else. Paulette and Lisa still talked. Between the two of them, would they be able to sus out the truth?
I waved to the garage attendant and drove to my typical spot. And yet again, I felt my anxiety rise as the elevator climbed up, up, up. So far, we’d been so careful. How could we have slipped up already?