His Boyfriend Didn’t Wait for Him to Finish Working from Home

Daniel’s fingers flew over the keyboard. Work was piling up before his eyes, and he felt that familiar urgency to get everything wrapped up as quickly as possible. It wasn’t an unusually large workload, but he was an unbearable perfectionist who couldn’t stand leaving anything to chance. He fussed over every detail. If something wasn’t exactly the way he wanted it, he went back over it, and if necessary, he started from scratch. It was his greatest source of pride and, almost always, also of stress.

The good thing about working from home was not wasting a single minute commuting. As soon as his phone alarm went off, he got out of bed as if propelled by a spring, made himself a coffee, and planted himself in front of the computer with his favorite mug. Getting dressed was optional. On days like that, with no video calls scheduled, he took the chance to turn the T-shirt and underwear he’d slept in into his office uniform. That way he got to work without delay. He settled into his chair, turned the living room into his office, and plunged into a sea of data, spreadsheets, and pending emails.

The clock on the screen read past nine-thirty when he caught Bruno’s presence out of the corner of his eye. His boyfriend worked afternoons, so he usually lazed around in bed for a good while, stealing the warmth Daniel left in the sheets. He watched him cross the hallway toward the kitchen wearing nothing but the same white briefs he’d slept in. They outlined absolutely everything, in stark contrast to his brown skin with its Caribbean roots. Daniel got lost staring at Bruno’s ass as he walked by. It wasn’t until Bruno disappeared through the doorway that Daniel shook his head and returned to his tasks. This wasn’t the time for lust. It was time to work.

As his eyes moved across the numbers and letters, he found an error. A task awaiting approval that, although already finished, was missing an important piece of data. It wasn’t anything critical or decisive, but its mere presence set his nerves on edge and made him feel an irresistible urge to fix it. He sent an email so the notice wouldn’t go unnoticed and threw himself into correcting it. He got so absorbed that he didn’t notice Bruno behind him, watching in silence, until a tingling at the nape of his neck made him turn his head.

“How’s it going?” his boyfriend asked.

Bruno scratched the back of his neck, a light touch to let him know he was there without breaking his rhythm. Daniel turned his face just slightly. Bruno’s cock was at neck height. If he lifted his gaze, he could take in his anatomy up close, in an exquisite low angle.

Bruno was slimmer than him. He worked in a warehouse, lifting and moving things all day, constant effort that kept him toned. Just the opposite of Daniel, whose sedentary job had left a small fold of fat over the waistband of his briefs. Both wore their hair short, Daniel’s more chestnut, Bruno’s darker, jet-black. Bruno also had a mustache and goatee, a detail Daniel adored. And then there was that line of hair running straight down from his navel and disappearing under his underwear. That trail drove him crazy. It was all a contrast with his own pale skin, always clean-shaven: Daniel was one of those obsessives incapable of tolerating even the slightest shadow of stubble.

“Good,” he replied. “Although someone left this half-finished and now I have to finish it. It’s a pain…”

“No meetings today?”

It was more of a statement than a question. Bruno knew perfectly well that if his boyfriend wasn’t getting dressed to sit down and work, the day wasn’t going to amount to much.

“No,” Daniel confirmed.

“Then we could start the morning with a proper wake-up fuck. I need some attention too, and you left me wanting last night…”

“I can’t now. I have to finish this.”

The night before, Bruno had come home late and exhausted. A shelf loaded with sacks had given way under the weight and collapsed. No one was hurt, but the supervisor made them stay for overtime to clean everything up. Saying the man was well liked would have been a blatant lie. Bruno had come back at dawn with just enough strength to strip and, the moment he collapsed onto the mattress, he fell asleep at once. Daniel didn’t want to bother him and simply covered him up and gave him a good-night kiss.

Now, though, Bruno had rested and his energy was untouched. Daniel felt something being placed on his shoulder. An odd touch. He finished typing the line and turned to see what it was. It wasn’t Bruno’s hand. He had pulled his briefs down and laid his cock there.

“Come on… I know you want it too.”

“Not now, seriously.”

What came next were his hands. Bruno grabbed Daniel by the traps and started kneading them slowly. He wasn’t a trained masseur, but he knew how to find the tightest muscles and press just hard enough for them to loosen. Daniel let out a moan as the fingers dug in and sent waves of relief through him. He’d built up too much tension and needed to let it out. His whole body surrendered and the keys fell silent.

“Yes… there… better… ah… Bruno…”

Even though he was still a perfectionist, one of the things his boyfriend had taught him was to slow down. He didn’t have to be so picky or hunt down the tiniest flaw just to fix it. The company got by thanks to his work and everyone else’s, without a couple of imperfections spoiling anything.

Once he had melted under his fingers, Bruno sealed the last source of resistance, his words, with a kiss. The hair on his face, though not very thick, rasped against Daniel’s lips and his smooth face. He knew he already had Daniel to himself and duty wasn’t going to reclaim him. He allowed himself to slide a hand under Daniel’s underwear, caught his cock, and began to stroke it gently. He could feel him trembling while he opened his legs almost mechanically and leaned back as far as the chair allowed. Daniel answered with the opposite motion, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around Bruno’s bare shaft, which was already starting to harden.

A brief while of that hand play was enough for him to forget completely that he was on the clock. The touching had done its job and left them both in the grip of desire. Daniel didn’t want to work anymore: he wanted his boyfriend. A few little tugs told him what he was craving. Bruno straightened and brought his cock up to his mouth, and Daniel took it in without even thinking. It seemed the light coffee he’d had for breakfast hadn’t been enough.

From above, Bruno watched as first the tip and then everything else disappeared between his boyfriend’s lips. He bit his own lip, a sign of pure appetite. His dark eyes never left Daniel, the way he was leading him down the path of sensation. He stroked Daniel’s hair while with his other hand he pinched his nipples, luxuriating in how badly he wanted to strip him completely and make love to him.

On the screen, the numbers and letters kept moving along. The workday went on without him. The company’s internal network stayed active, dotted with private chat notifications and incoming emails. Its faint hum didn’t disturb Daniel in the least, and he remained devoted to his partner while he jacked himself off. He went all the way down to Bruno’s pubic hair, pulled back without letting go, lingered on the tip before driving back in deep. In ordinary circumstances he could have gone on like that for a good while, but he didn’t want to neglect work more than necessary, in case he raised suspicions. And besides, desire swelled inside him like an urgent need. He wanted the full package.

He got to his feet with a defiant look, as if daring his boyfriend to prove who was in charge. He took off his T-shirt and stole another kiss, which Bruno, inflamed with need, cut short to shove him against the desk, with his back to him.

With a tug at the underwear, Bruno guided his cock, lubricated by the frenzy of the blow job, backward. The tip met resistance at first. Bruno didn’t give up: he kept up the pressure while Daniel adjusted to his size and moaned in response. He couldn’t and didn’t want to close up, and Bruno finally slid in without trouble. He was a slow lover, the kind who takes his time going in and out so that every sensation is as intense as possible. At times he came all the way out before plunging back to the hilt, enjoying the entire route with the force and speed of lightning. Every time he did, Daniel let out a choked sigh that dissolved weakly into the air of the living room.

If all his workdays were like this… At that moment, a notification appeared on the laptop screen with a name that caught his attention. His boss. And it seemed important. He reached for the keyboard, read the message, and started drafting a reply without Bruno stopping his thrusts. He didn’t want him to stop, either. He preferred working with his boyfriend’s hardness spearing through him to sitting in the chair with nothing moving inside him. Bruno got annoyed at having to share Daniel’s attention with the computer.

“Not a chance!” he snapped.

The thread of the message was left half-finished, with a tangle of letters at the end that meant nothing. Bruno took Daniel by the waist and dragged him with him to the chair. All of Daniel’s weight dropped onto his erect cock while Bruno kept hammering into him from below. Daniel’s reaction was first surprise; then alarm for the computer, which nearly fell off the table; finally overwhelming pleasure when all that flesh entered him with the added force of gravity. Everything happened in the span of a second. The cry that escaped his throat was a strange mix of the three, an amalgam that some neighbor must have heard without being able to make sense of it.

Bruno wrapped his arms around him, held him against his chest, and in a biting whisper asked:

“And now what are you going to do?”

Nothing. Let him possess him, make him his. Daniel lifted his feet, still wearing his socks, and braced them against the edge of the desk to push the laptop to a safe place and, in the process, open himself completely to every thrust. Each impact inward was a short moan that, together, sounded like the rhythmic backing of a song. Daniel kept masturbating, wringing the glory out of that morning until his body had more than enough and spilled over. He was careful to aim onto his own chest so he wouldn’t stain the furniture or, above all, the computer. A couple of drops fell to the floor; that he could let slide. He deflated all at once, like a balloon.

“Give me yours…” he murmured.

He stood up and knelt on the floor. Bruno got to his feet and hurried through the last thrusts until he emptied himself over Daniel’s chest, with a few drops reaching his chin. He had given it everything and was on the edge of exhaustion, but he preferred that kind of tiredness to the kind work gave him.

“I missed the morning fuck…” Bruno commented, breathless.

“Me too. Pass me the tissue, please.”

Bruno went to the bathroom while Daniel reclaimed his seat, warm and a little damp. He had to reread what he’d written to pick up the thread of the conversation with his boss and finish sending the reply. When his boyfriend left the roll of paper beside him, he cleaned himself thoroughly and went back to his tasks. Both of their clothes ended up strewn across the floor well into the morning.

He wasn’t going to have any meetings, so it hardly mattered if he didn’t get dressed.