Length: Short story
Rating: Mature
Tags: one-shot, manxman, gay, romance, hot, office, lemons, sex, BJ

Garth has a huge crush on Horatio Stone, the office heartthrob. Unfortunately the only person who pays Garth any heed is Kenyon, the six foot hothead with abs like stone and a tendency to drive Garth crazy. And give him unexpected pleasure past the point of ecstasy. But what to do when Horatio finally takes notice of Garth?

Originally published on Wattpad, 16 Jan. 2013

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Garth stared longingly across the hallway to where his colleagues gathered around the water cooler. From where he stood, separated from them by thick glass panels and too much distance, it felt a bit like watching a silent movie, and the man in the center was the star of the show.

Horatio Stone.

Even the name sent shivers down his spine.

“You’re staring at him.”

Garth jumped back guiltily and turned around.

“No I’m not,” he said to the six foot man who filled the doorway.

Kenyon just crossed his arms and eyed his colleague incredulously. Everyone in the office knew Garth had a crush on Horatio.

Garth’s face turned hot under Kenyon’s gaze.

“I wasn’t! I couldn’t… I mean—” he swallowed and glanced up worriedly. “Is it really that obvious?”

Kenyon’s mouth quirked upwards. “Not to him it isn’t,” he smirked as he nodded towards Horatio.

Garth turned around again and stared longingly at the object of his desire, who laughed heartily at something. He never laughed with Garth like that. In fact, he’s worked here for six months, and they’ve never even had a proper conversation.

Garth might as well be invisible.

“Like he’d ever want to talk to me,” he muttered before he turned to leave, but Kenyon’s bulky frame blocked the way.

“You’re a coward,” Kenyon growled.

Garth stopped and eyed the intimidating man cautiously. Kenyon was a solid wall of muscle and attitude, while Garth’s slender frame held no threat and little strength. Garth tried to push past him but Kenyon pushed him back.

“What do you want?” Garth asked uneasily.

Kenyon just raised one brow, not moving from the spot, waiting for Garth to admit he’s right. Garth crunched his jaw in stubborn silence. Two can play at this game.

Seconds turned into minutes, but still Kenyon’s stare never wavered. He looked straight into Garth’s soul, and the silent conviction was slowly suffocating him, because… deep down he knew it was true. He was a coward, a skinny, ugly, socially inept coward who would never be good enough for a guy like Horatio. And he hated himself for it.

“Alright! You win, I’m a coward! Happy now?”

He thought Kenyon would sneer at him and say something demeaning, but instead his face relaxed into a smile. “Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery,” he said sagely.

Garth’s mouth dropped open as Kenyon walked away.

That was… unexpected.


The next morning Garth felt like the walking dead after lying awake all night, thinking of you-know-who.

This crush was so not good for his health.

“You look terrible,” Kenyon observed dryly from the doorway.

“Thank you,” he said, too tired to sound sarcastic. It was implied anyway.

Kenyon grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“What do you want?” Garth asked warily as he recognized that look. It was the one that preceded events that no one wanted to be a part of, although they rarely had a say in the matter.

“There’s a problem with the network in 201.”

As the sole network administrator, any internet problems were Garth’s problem, except for one small problem: 201 was Horatio’s office.

“Are you messing with me?”

Kenyon gave him an innocent “What, me?” look that did nothing to ease Garth’s nerves. “Come now, he doesn’t have all day,” Kenyon said and flashed an irritating know-it-all smirk.

Garth unclenched his fists and took a few calming breaths. Kenyon wasn’t worth his anger. As he brushed past him a strong hand stopped him in his tracks.

“While you’re crawling around under his desk, make sure you put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Garth jerked his arm away, his face burning at Kenyon’s crudeness. “Shut up!” he hissed and turned to reprove Kenyon, but his words died in his throat.

For a split second there was longing in Kenyon’s eyes, but that was gone in a flash, replaced by his usual look of scorn.

“Go on,” Kenyon said as he wrinkled his nose.

Garth blinked rapidly as he tried to place what he saw, but there was only disgust on Kenyon’s face now, nothing else. He quickly turned away and made his way to Horatio’s office. He didn’t have time for Kenyon’s games anyway.

When he finally reached the glass door of 201 Horatio gestured for him to come inside.

“I— I hear you have a— a problem?” he stammered, and cursed his social ineptitude. No wonder Horatio never bothered to speak to him, he probably though Garth couldn’t string three words together.

“There’s something wrong with the internet again. Why can’t you just fix the damn thing once and be done with it?”

Garth fought the urge to point out that he wasn’t the one constantly breaking it, and instead dove under the desk.

The network cable was unplugged. Again.

He pushed it back into the socket and glanced over his shoulder. To his chagrin he caught Horatio staring at his ass that was raised into the air like an offering to the gods.

Garth remained frozen on all fours, unable to move as Horatio checked out his body. His eyes finally fell on Garth’s face, and they stared at each other for a long, magical moment.

Garth’s heart started beating in his throat.

“Can you fix it?” Horatio asked.

He just nodded, unable to speak, when he remembered Kenyon’s suggestion and instantly turned crimson as his eyes locked on the prize between Horatio’s legs.

Horatio gave a thin smile. “Are you going to stay down there forever?”

Garth hesitated. Just the thought of giving him a blow job made his stomach roll and he had to lick his dry lips a few times.

He should make a move now. He should open his mouth and say—

“Horatio, they need you in the boardroom.” Kenyon’s gruff voice shattered the moment and Garth’s courage faltered. Horatio got up, not sparing him a single glance as he left.

He heaved in frustration and fell forward onto his arms. Of all the times that stupid, insensitive, arrogant—

Two strong hands suddenly grabbed him from behind and held his ass in place.

“This is quite a view,” came Kenyon’s voice. He tried to turn around but Kenyon’s grip was too strong.

“Let me go!”

“That can be arranged.”

Kenyon released him and Garth turned around quickly, but Kenyon was quicker. He pushed his chair forward and hooked his legs around Garth’s hunched form, trapping him securely in the alcove. That move pushed Garth’s face right up between Kenyon’s legs, and he stared in horror at the unmistakable bulge in front of him.

“Now this has potential,” Kenyon smiled sweetly as he stared down at Garth, who pushed frantically at his legs, but the strong man in front of him wouldn’t budge.

“Let me out of here! Let me go!”

“But you haven’t said the password yet,” Kenyon teased and leaned forward. “Here’s a hint: it doesn’t involve words.”

All Garth could do was stare. He was stuck. He knew what Kenyon wanted, and Kenyon was too stubborn to let him go, while Garth was…

He bristled as the word ‘coward’ echoed through his mind. That’s what everyone thought of him, even Kenyon.

Especially Kenyon.

Well, he’ll show this bully what a coward looked like!

He stared at the bulge in Kenyon’s pants again. It was getting bigger—clearly he got turned on by this sick display of power. Garth smiled a little and with shaky hands, reached for the zipper that held the monster back.

Kenyon froze and watched in surprise as Garth unzipped his pants and freed his erection.

Garth glanced up at him, but he just stared back unmoving, waiting for Garth to make the next move.

So he did.

He lowered his mouth and took him in as far as he could, making Kenyon sag in unexpected bliss.

“Hmmm. Oh yeah… that’s so good…”

Garth smiled around the man’s huge shaft, swirling his tong a bit, sucking him in deeper. He watched Kenyon’s head fall back as his eyes rolled closed.

Then he bit down. Hard.

Kenyon howled in pain and pushed the chair back, releasing Garth from his prison. He scrambled out from underneath the table and didn’t look back as he ran down the hall, past his own office, towards the only area that didn’t have glass walls. Adrenaline, fear and giddy excitement all coursed through his veins as he slipped into the men’s room and locked himself in one of the stalls.

He did it! He actually did it!

As his excitement cooled, reality finally settled in.

He couldn’t believe he did that. He probably signed his own death warrant. Garth shuddered as different scenarios of retaliation flashed through his mind.

Torture. Rape. Wedgies and toilet dunking.

Maybe hiding on a toilet wasn’t such a good idea after all. He was about to open the stall door when someone entered the bathroom.

“I know you’re in here!”

Garth broke out in a cold sweat. Two fists slammed against his locked door with a loud bang, and the next moment Kenyon’s red face appeared above it.

“You just left,” he said as he looked down at a cowering Garth. “You never gave me a chance to return the favor.”

Garth shook his head, unable to think, unable to anything. He was trapped!

There were clicking sounds and metal scraping against metal, before the door flew open and was filled by a towering Kenyon. He pulled Garth up like a rag doll and pushed his back against the wall.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please…” Garth squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Kenyon unbuckle his belt. His hands were iron grips around his wrists, and cold air suddenly brushed against his bare skin as his pants and underwear fell into a heap around his ankles.

Then a mouth enveloped his limp dick, and he sobbed loudly.

This was going to hurt.

Kenyon sucked him like a pro. Garth clenched his jaw, yet despite his best efforts to resist, Kenyon’s clever mouth and tongue sent lazy rivers of lava down his shaft, and soon his treacherous body responded to Kenyon’s expert stimulation as his dick grew and throbbed.

Then Kenyon sucked his balls into his mouth and Garth moaned as his legs buckled.

No, no, no! He was not supposed to enjoy it! Any moment now Kenyon will bite down on him… But with each passing minute Garth found it harder to think through the marvelous fog that clouded his brain.

His body hummed as electricity coursed through his veins. His hips bucked into that velvet heat and he didn’t even notice the restraint around his wrists drop away as Kenyon’s hands anchored his hips while he bobbed and moaned around his shaft.

The electric sparks soon turned into a full-blown electrical storm as bolts of lightning shot down his legs, making his toes curl. He tried to push Kenyon’s head away but it only seemed to encourage him until Garth couldn’t see beyond the lightning that coursed through his body in mind-blowing release.

Kenyon watched with satisfaction as Garth’s body tensed and strings of cum spurt from his jerking prick, coating his shirt and bare legs.

Garth was barely conscious again when Kenyon’s tongue invaded his mouth in a searing kiss. He finally dared to open one eye to look at Kenyon, but what he saw was completely unexpected.

Kenyon looked almost vulnerable as he gave Garth a small smile. “That’s how you give a blow job,” he said huskily, his eyes dark with desire, his breath still coming fast.

Before Garth could respond, he left.

Where was the malice, the revenge? At least he didn’t bite me, Garth thought, as he looked around with a grimace.

There was cum everywhere: on the walls, on the toilet, and his shirt was definitely ruined. Not to mention that his pants, still pooled around his ankles, was probably lying in pee. He’d have to go home now, which could get him fired. Was that what Kenyon wanted?

He could still feel the tingling after effect of his orgasm. He hasn’t had one that good in a very long time. How could something this good be punishment?

He was thoroughly confused.


The next day, people treated him different at the office.

He didn’t notice at first, but by the time a dozen people has popped in to say hi, he knew something was wrong. No one has ever done that. Ever.

When Horatio ambled in, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“What do you all want?!”

Horatio gave him a disbelieving look. “Am I in the wrong office? What did you do with my quiet, stuttering network administrator?”

Garth bit his tongue and focused on the papers spread out across his desk. He was too confused to be nervous.

“I just wanted to invite you to Percy’s tonight.”

Garth looked up sharply. Percy’s Bar was where everyone hung out after work. As a lowly computer nerd he wasn’t welcome, but an invitation would change that.

Except, it didn’t make any sense.

“Why?” he asked suspiciously.

Horatio shrugged and turned to leave. “I think you’ve been here long enough. You’re one of us now.”

Garth stared at his retreating back, totally baffled. He has been with the company longer than most people here, including Horatio, so that was bullshit. And why would Horatio suddenly be interested in him?

He spun his office chair around and around, lost in thought, when a hand grabbed the chair’s back and brought him to a halt.

“So,” Kenyon said, smiling down on him, “I heard you’ve been invited to Percy’s.”

“How’d you know?”

Kenyon just laughed, then spun his chair again, his deep laughter spinning around and around until Garth felt dizzy.

“Wait, stop!” He reached out and grabbed the only thing he could to stop the spinning chair, which happened to be Kenyon’s body. It really was firm and muscular, just like he suspected.

Kenyon looked at him expectantly.

“Why is everybody suddenly interested in me?” Garth asked when his head finally stopped spinning.

Kenyon’s mouth lifted at the corner. “It doesn’t take everybody to be interested in you, nerd. Only one person.”

“Wait, are you saying…” Garth stared at Kenyon before he glanced across the hall towards Horatio’s office. “He’s finally noticed me,” he murmured in awe, then looked back at Kenyon, “That’s it, isn’t it?”

But Kenyon’s expression has lost its humour as he appraised Garth thoughtfully.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbled as he walked out.

Garth wanted to throw his stapler at that insufferable man, but decided that nothing could spoil his good mood. Things were finally about to change!

By the time 6 o’clock rolled around, he still had tons of work to do and no end in sight.

People started to leave, and many went out of their way to remind him of his debut across the street.

He glared at the backed-up server requests and the admin scattered across his desk and raked his hands roughly through his hair. There was no way he could leave yet.

He trudged to the kitchen to make himself a soothing cup of tea. At this rate he was going to miss Percy’s, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“What are you still doing here?” Kenyon asked as he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.

“I still have work to do and I’m unable to concentrate.” Garth shot the tea bag neatly in the bin with a smooth flick and stirred his drink broodily.

“You’ll miss Percy’s.”

Garth shook his head and lifted himself up on the counter. “I know. Maybe I don’t want to go anymore. Or maybe I do and…” He looked down, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. What if he went and it was just a cruel joke? Or worse, what if Horatio really did want him, but then Garth didn’t live up to his expectations?

“And, what?”

Garth looked up to see Kenyon right in front of him. He was very close, almost touching him, but it was the concern in his eyes that made Garth loose his train of thought.

Kenyon has never looked at him like that before. Hell, no one has ever looked at him like that.

“I— Don’t know anymore,” he whispered, unable to focus.

Kenyon moved his body between Garth’s legs and gripped his thighs lightly.


His fingers pressed into his legs before he swiftly pulled Garth closer and crashed their lips together.

It took Garth’s breath away. Kenyon kissed him with so much passion that he completely forgot not to kiss back, or to ask the obvious question that nagged at the edge of the fog that was filling up his head again.

The lack of resistance was all Kenyon needed. He shifted the slender Garth off the counter onto his hips as they stumbled out of the kitchen.

Not that Garth noticed.

Kenyon’s tongue did magical things to his mouth, and his hands stroked heated paths down his back.

Kenyon lowered him onto a couch, kissing his neck and down his body as his nimble fingers revealed skin, one button at a time. Through the fog Garth noticed that he was losing clothing at an alarming rate.

“Wait, wait…” he halfheartedly pushed him away, but Kenyon was too busy exploring his happy trail to notice. Within seconds Garth’s belt was gone, but the sound of a zipper echoing through the empty office snapped Garth back to reality.


Kenyon’s head lifted. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned.

Garth shook his head, momentarily confused. “No…”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, but—”

“Do you want to stop?”

Garth stared at Kenyon, not sure what to say. He was supposed to say no. One simple little word. And yet…

Kenyon’s lips curved up slowly before he lowered his head and kissed Garth’s abdomen, then wiggled his pants off his hips. Garth lifted his hips to help. It was too late to turn back now anyway, he reasoned.

He stared at the crop of copper hair above his tummy, and the two strong hands that made their way up his abs and chest. And when Kenyon looked up, his eyes shining, his face radiant, all Garth could do was arch his body into Kenyon’s heated touch and let himself be swept away.

Kenyon kissed his thighs, higher until his tongue skimmed over Garth’s glistening tip, making him moan, then higher still till his lips reached Garth’s neck.

“Undress me,” he said huskily.

It took Garth a moment to process the request. He pulled Kenyon’s shirt over his head, then followed the contours of his body down to where he fought an epic battle with a stupid belt buckle, and lost.

Kenyon sat up and started to undo it himself, but Garth couldn’t let him—it was a matter of pride, if nothing else. He pushed Kenyon’s hands away and sat up to face the man in front of him.

Why has he never noticed the delicate scattering of freckles across Kenyon’s nose and cheeks before, or the fullness of his pink lips, or how he looked straight into him and not through him like everyone else did?

Garth unbuckled the belt and managed to clumsily push down Kenyon’s pants.

Kenyon just watched him with a secretive smile, his hands hanging loosely by his sides.

When his erection finally stood on attention, naked and proud, Garth gathered enough courage to look into his eyes again.

“I’m sorry I bit you,” he blurted out.

“It was hot,” Kenyon laughed, and quickly backtracked at Garth’s shocked expression, “No, I mean, it hurt like a bitch, but it was hot that you stood up for yourself. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Oh yeah, I’m a coward—”

Suddenly Garth found himself pinned under 170 pounds of naked male. “When I said you’re a coward, I meant that you never stand up for yourself and you never value yourself. That’s all I meant.”

Kenyon’s lips sought out Garth’s as he kissed him deeply, their erections rubbing urgently against each other as Kenyon’s hips oscillated against his with a slow deliberateness that made his mouth water. Garth’s body responded hungrily as desire flooded his senses. He felt Kenyon’s muscles ripple under his palms as he dragged them downwards and pulled Kenyon’s body against him.

Kenyon’s eyes rolled back in rapture while he made the most erotic sounds, moving mindlessly against Garth’s body, and for a moment Garth couldn’t believe that he was the reason this fierce, burly man was like putty in his hands.

It made him feel desirable. It made him feel powerful.

He rolled them over and this time he kissed and sucked Kenyon until he was writhing under him in need.

“Do you have a condom?” Garth asked breathlessly.

Kenyon nodded. “Back pocket.”

Garth retrieved it and started to slowly unroll it onto Kenyon’s large dick.

He hasn’t been with a man in a long time. This was going to hurt.

Kenyon’s eyes flew open as his hands stopped Garth. “What are you doing?”

Garth stared back at him. Kenyon looked honestly perplexed.

“I don’t understand,” he finally managed, “I thought you… wanted this.”

Kenyon gently took the condom from Garth, and started to put it on Garth’s shaft instead.

“I want you to take me.”

Garth choked on his own spit. “What?”

“I want you to take me,” Kenyon repeated patiently.

The condom suddenly felt too small, like it was cutting off all his air supply. Or maybe it was the tightness in his chest that made it hard to breath.

“I— I don’t understand,” he finally choked out. And he didn’t. Wasn’t guys like Kenyon usually tops, and the weaklings like him bottoms?

Kenyon reached up and pulled Garth’s body down on his, where he held him tightly against his broad chest.

“I want you to know what it feels like to be…” he paused and Garth felt like the world was about to grind to a halt. Or crash full speed into a cement wall.

“To be… top?” he asked weakly. Kenyon shook his head.

“Promise me you won’t freak out, okay?”

Garth nodded and Kenyon took a deep breath.

“I want you to know what it feels like to be loved. I love you Garth.”

Garth pushed himself up, shaking his head in disbelief. That’s impossible! What about all those times he bullied him? And surely he’d know? Surely—

Kenyon cupped his face.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, you just never noticed it. I want you to take me.”

Garth met his eyes, those huge brown eyes that were teeming with emotion.

Maybe Kenyon was telling the truth. But what about Horatio?

“He doesn’t want you,” Kenyon said softly, like he could read Garth’s mind, “He’s not even gay, Garth, everyone knows that. But I am, and I want you. I want you so bad.”

The way Kenyon looked at him, the way his hands traced his face and their body moulded together… how could he say no when it felt so right?

“Do you have lube?” Garth finally asked.

“Front pocket.”

“You came prepared,” he muttered as he fished the bright purple bottle from Kenyon’s pants.

He spread lube on his dick and around Kenyon’s hole, and finally pushed a lubricated finger inside. Kenyon’s body tensed, making Garth’s stomach twist but he added more fingers and finally scissored them gently.

“When’s the last time you’ve been bottom?” Garth asked as he aligned his shaft with Kenyon’s hole.

“Don’t worry about it. Just… take it slow, okay?” Kenyon replied tersely. Garth frowned but decided not to say anything.

Kenyon tensed when Garth pushed against him, and he murmured soothingly, rubbing his hands over Kenyon’s legs and belly until the large man slowly relaxed. The moment he slipped past his sphincter he had to hold still, for his own sake as much as for Kenyon’s, as the intensity of the moment almost overwhelmed him.

“What are you doing on my bloody couch?” interrupted an angry voice. Garth didn’t need to look up to know it belonged to a fuming Horatio.

Garth almost pulled out in surprise but Kenyon grabbed Garth’s butt and pulled him back down, pushing him deeper in the process, making them both moan in unison.

“This is disgusting!” Horatio shouted. “You better wash that with disinfectant when you’re done!”

Garth looked around but Horatio was gone, and he noticed for the first time where they were.

“What the hell, Kenyon? Horatio’s office? Are you crazy?”

“You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago,” Kenyon smirked, but Garth was too upset to feel embarrassed.

“What if he tells the boss? We’ll get fired!”

Kenyon gave him a thoughtful look. “I don’t think he’ll tell.” He eyed Garth who was still inside him, and gave him a playful grin. “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to ride me like a cowboy.”

Garth choked on his spit for the second time. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled as he started to move tentatively.

“Do what?”

“Shock me like that. It’s not fair.”

“Stop yapping and fuck me,” Kenyon said as his face scrunched up in pain and concentration.

Garth looked at him worriedly. “Are you sure? We—”


“Okay, okay.” Garth started to slide in and out of Kenyon, slowly at first, because it looked like it hurt a lot, but Kenyon kept urging him on, and after a while his face smoothed out into a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

It was getting harder for Garth to hold back. He grabbed Kenyon’s legs on either side of him and used them for leverage to bury himself deeper in Kenyon’s tightness. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed down the corridor, mixed with the rhythmic grunts of two people nearing release.

Kenyon threw his head back and grabbed his erection, pumping vigorously.

“Fuck, Garth, fuck!”

Garth could feel his balls pull tight as he pumped into Kenyon with all he’s got. His toes started to tingle and it quickly spread through the rest of his body. A low keening sound filled the room and he realized with a shock it was coming from him, but he couldn’t stop as he buried himself inside his lover.

He gave one final push and fell into the dark abyss of ecstasy as he slumped over Kenyon, whose body jerked underneath him from his own release.

“Wow,” was all he could say after his orgasm finally subsided.

Kenyon turned Garth’s face and kissed him hotly. “Can you feel it?” he asked.

“You mean the sweat and jus that’s covering my body? Yeah, I feel it all right.”

Kenyon scoffed and pushed Garth off him.

“No idiot, can you feel how much I love you?”

Garth grew serious. “You mean, apart from you calling me an idiot.”

Kenyon shoved him and Garth looked at him pointedly. “And disregarding the physical abuse.”

Kenyon stood up and started putting on his clothes, his playfulness gone. Garth stared at his back, trying to make sense of this sudden mood change.


Kenyon just continued to get dressed, so Garth got up and walked around to face him.

“What’s wrong”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Kenyon burst out, taking Garth by surprise. “The only reason you were invited to Percy’s was because Horatio told everyone how you almost gave him head at his desk, and they had a bet going to see how much alcohol it would take for you to blow him in front of everyone!”

Kenyon stopped abruptly when he saw the look on Garth’s face.

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have told you.”

Garth felt used and betrayed. So this was all a ruse to get back at Horatio. He almost believed Kenyon when he said he loved him, but Kenyon just wanted to get in on the action, and to humiliate him just like Horatio wanted to. The tears, the anger, the humiliation all started to rise up in his throat as he pushed past Kenyon. He desperately needed to get out of here.

He never made it past the door. Kenyon blocked his path, refusing to let him through.

“Wait Garth, you don’t understand! Just listen to me!”

Garth eyed the door to the elevators. He’d never get past Kenyon; his best option was to play along and wait for his chance. He gave Kenyon a venomous glare as he walked back to put on his clothes. Couldn’t escape if he’s naked anyway.

“Remember that time you saved the bird that was living in the server room?” Kenyon asked softly.

Garth glanced at him in surprise. “The one that kept coming back even though I set it free like, a hundred times?”

Kenyon gave a lopsided grin and nodded. “In the end you just created a network user for the bird and told everyone it had as much right to be there as any one of them who had a login.”

Garth laughed. He’d forgotten about Robin Rightwing the First.

“That’s when I knew you were special. You stood up for a small bird, Garth, and you were amazing. But you never stand up for yourself, and when guys like Horatio treats you like dirt, you still don’t think you deserve better.”

“A guy like Horatio will never look at a guy like me—”

“Horatio is a jerk who doesn’t deserve to lick the ground you walk on.”

“Then what about you? Or have you forgotten all the times you’ve bullied me?”

Kenyon had the decency to look ashamed. “I was angry at you mostly. You’re so much better than you think, Garth, but you let everyone walk over you! So I tried to push you, hoping that you’d push back.”

Garth stared at the handsome man in front of him. Despite all his bullying, Kenyon was the only one who ever noticed him, or helped him, or just took the time to talk to him. And even when he bullied him, he never really did anything bad. Kenyon never humiliated him in public, and he has never hurt him, ever. He frowned as he tried to think back. Could it be true? The look on his face told Garth it might just be.

He blew out a breath. “Instead I bit your dick.”

Kenyon gave an unexpected laugh. “Yeah. That you did.”

“In return you gave me a mind-blowing BJ, and then you let me fuck you.” Garth stepped up to Kenyon and hesitantly, brought his hand up to touch his cheek. “You must really love me,” he said hoarsely. He pulled Kenyon’s face down and kissed him softly, thoroughly. “I guess I do feel it,” he whispered.

Kenyon pulled him flush against his body and kissed him again. “How about a shower? My place is only a few blocks from here.”

He started pulling Garth towards the elevator.

“But— the couch! And our condom is still in Horatio’s bin, and…” Garth looked back horrified as the doors closed them inside the elevator.

“Do you know why Horatio won’t tell anyone?” Kenyon asked, ignoring Garth’s anxious looks. “He bragged that once anyone—man or woman—falls in love with him, they could never settle for second best.” He pulled Garth against him and kissed his temple. “He’s too proud to admit loosing you to me. Especially since I’m Irish. He hates the Irish.”

Garth looked up at him in surprise.

“You’re Irish? That’s so hot!”

Kenyon laughed and kissed Garth passionately.

“Fuck I love you!”

<<< THE END >>>

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