"First one to fall in love loses."
"Then why do I feel like you have already won?"
...
"Hey Jake, try getting this," Denver teased, flicking the silver medal at the tall, slim blonde in the tailored suit. Denver himself was average height, dark hair tousled, rocking casual-official vibes... jeans hugging his thighs, shirt half-untucked. Christmas at the office? Who cared about rules?
The medal... a gleaming slab of engraved metal for his "hard work"... clattered to the floor. Everyone deserved one this time of year; holiday attendance was award enough.
"You know, Denver, I'll get you for this," Jake shot back, hands jammed in his pockets, stance wide and cocky.
"How, my sweet Jake?" Denver purred, rising slow, closing the gap. Jake smirked, thumb tracing his full lips, fingers raking through that golden hair before brushing past... close enough for Denver to catch the heat radiating off him, that crisp cologne mixing with raw want.
Denver sighed, trailing him like a magnet. Elevator ride down; tense silence, eyes locked, air thick. Ground floor, out the exit, straight to the dimly lit parking garage... echoes of their breaths the only sound.
They halted at Jake's black Jeep. He yanked the key fob; double beep, locks popping with a sharp clink. "Bend over. Doggy style," Jake growled, voice low and gravelly, the kind that shot straight to Denver's core, making his cock twitch against his zipper.
Denver grinned, popping the door and assuming the position... ass out, palms braced on the seat, the cool leather kissing his skin through thin fabric. Hell of a Christmas gift.
These two? Office rivals by day... sniping over deals, stealing clients. Fuck buddies by night, scratching itches with brutal, addictive heat.
Jake dropped to his knees, rough hands yanking Denver's jeans before ripping... fabric tearing with a satisfying shred... exposing smooth skin to the chill air. His hot tongue dove in without mercy, lapping at Denver's tight hole, swirling wet and filthy, circling the rim before plunging deep. Denver bucked, moans spilling out... raw, needy gasps bouncing off concrete walls. Jake's stubble scraped sensitive flesh, tongue fucking in lazy, teasing strokes that had pre-cum leaking down Denver's thigh.
"You like that, huh?" Jake murmured against him, breath scorching.
"Fuck... yes," Denver whimpered, hips grinding back for more.
Minutes of that torment... tongue relentless, saliva dripping hot... then Jake rose, zipper rasping open. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, tip glistening. No warning: he lined up and thrust, burying inches deep in one slick slide. Denver's cry echoed... sharp pleasure-pain as he stretched around the girth, walls clenching greedy.
He shoved back instinctively, but Jake pinned him... strong hands bruising hips, holding him impaled. "Don't run from this dick," he snarled, pounding harder, balls slapping skin with wet smacks. Each brutal snap drove deeper, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind Denver's eyes. Sweat beaded, mixing with the musk of sex filling the garage... Denver's moans turning desperate, body trembling, ass milking him tight.
Jake loved this: Denver squirming, breaking under him. At work, in bed... it fed that primal rush, made him feel like the conqueror.
"Oh God, I'm about to bust," Jake grunted, rhythm faltering. A few more savage thrusts... hips grinding flush... and he shattered, flooding hot and thick inside, cock pulsing ropes of cum that leaked warm down Denver's thighs. Denver clenched, riding the aftershocks, his own release denied but throbbing.
Jake zipped up, breath heaving, and rummaged the trunk... stack of spare suits, jackets, pants. He grabbed a pair matching Denver's vibe, tossing them over. "Hey, Dev... here."
Denver stayed bent, ass up, catching his breath. "Dev?" Panic edged Jake's voice. He touched, shook gently. "Dev? Shit, did I...?"
"Nah," Denver chuckled, straightening with a wince, snatching the pants. Cum trickled down his leg, sticky and obscene. "Takes more than that to knock me out, sweet." He shucked the ruined jeans, sliding into the fresh ones... fabric whispering against flushed skin.
Jake exhaled hard, relief flooding his face. Close call; Denver's mind games always kept him on edge.
Denver closed in, crashing their mouths together... hot, vibrant, tongues tangling sloppy with the taste of salt and surrender. His hands kneaded Jake's firm ass, pulling him closer, grinding their hips in a tease.
He broke it, pecking soft.
"Spectacular as always, papi." Fingers grazed Jake's zipper, feeling the spent cock stir beneath.
"Want another round?" Jake rasped, dead serious, eyes dark with fresh hunger.
"Not now. After work." Denver pulled back, smirking at the bulge tenting Jake's slacks... hard again, insistent.
"Anything for you." Jake's words hit soft, and Denver flushed, cheeks burning under that gaze.
"I thought this was hate sex?" Denver murmured, searching those blue eyes.
"You know it stopped being that ages ago."
"Then why fuck me like you wanna break me?"
"I love that wrecked look on your face." Jake's thumb brushed Denver's swollen lip.
"Unsettling."
"Not like that, Dev." A beat. "Got a new game for us."
"What?"
"First one to fall in love loses."
Silence stretched, electric. Jake cupped Denver's cheeks, diving in for a kiss... rigorous, all-consuming, lips bruising, breaths mingling hot and deep.
He pulled back, voice rough. "Then why do I feel like you've already won?"
"What?" Denver blinked, caught off guard.
"I think I'm in love with you. Have been for a long time."
"Oh." Quiet fell, heavy. Denver stared, then smiled... soft, real. "Same here."