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After leaving the office, Trevor and Dylan decided to drop by the local bar for the night. The bar was open, but almost empty as there were only around 6 people in there.
They both sat directly infront of the bartender while he was wiping down the counter.
“It’s on me tonight. My treat,” Dylan offers. Trevor just nods and orders a Malibu for himself, while Dylan gets a mojito, not too heavy.
“Soooo… How are you and Candice? I mean, you’ve been pretty busy at the office.”
“It’s… complicated. I just have a feeling she’s been going behind my back but I just can’t exactly get my finger on it. Like, whenever I wanna check her phone, she’s always so hostile and gets really defensive!”
…
“..but I really, really do still love her,” Trevor says in a low voice. He noticed that Dylan had his eyebrows furrowed and seemed somewhat… envious. But he decided to ignore it, for now.
They just sat in silence for a few seconds til they saw the bartender coming over with their drinks in hand.
Dylan nods to the worker as he walks away to get another customer’s order.
“Well, would she be mad if she found out that I dragged you here? Doesn’t she want you home by now? It’s almost 1:00a.m, after all.” Dylan asks, curiously.
Trevor huffs, “It’s not like she would even care. You know, she hasn’t even asked me about my day, what I ate, in like what, MONTHS? I wish she would just… let me go instead of-“ Trevor gets cut off by Dylan sliding Trevor’s drink towards his hand. "Forget about her, tonight is about us two." Dylan smiles and lifts his cup to his lips. The way Dylan’s calloused fingers wrapped around the mojito’s glass made him somewhat- nevermind.
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After a decent amount (too many) drinks later, Trevor was completely sloshed. Whilst Dylan acted sober, yet he was secretly tipsy too.
Dylan cracked a joke, which made Trevor laugh out loud. Suddenly, Trevor started brushing his fingers against Dylan’s hand, almost like it was natural. Dylan felt a blush creep on his face. Dylan knew that Trevor would never feel the same way. They were co-workers. Bestfriends. Partners. Not as in a romantic way, of course. He had a model girlfriend, and he himself had an attractive and a solid looking build. He could get anyone he ever thought of, but he chose Candice.
Candice was known for being acclaimed by everyone around her. But in reality, she was ignorant and just full of herself. How could Trevor ever fall in love with someone like her?
Trevor suddenly moved closer to Dylan. TOO close. They’re practically shoulder to shoulder by now. Trevor takes Dylan’s hand in his. Dylan’s hands are calloused, just a little cold and a few small scars. Probably from fighting criminals and such. His hands are the type that carry stories in their scars, if that’s how you even say it.
Trevor brings Dylan’s hands up to his lips and plants a soft kiss on it. Dylans face went hot, but looked away so Trevor wouldn’t see how much of a dork Dylan really was when he received physical touch. Especially from the person he’s been admiring for years now.
Trevor leans in close to Dylans ear. He huffs, his breath feels warm against his skin.
“….I just wish someone could pleasure me right now,” Trevor whispers quietly while twirling his own hair in his fingers. Now he’s got Dylan all riled up. Average Trevor.
Dylan clears his throat, “Well, um. I..I-I could maybe help you with that, if you’d like.” Dylan says in a monotone voice, knowing full well that his heart could jump out at any time now because of the way it’s beating so hard right now. His heartbeat isn’t the only thing hard, either. And Trevor clearly notices the tent slowly appearing in Dylans crotch. Trevor just gives a sly smile and points his head to the bathroom.
Trevor stands up and intertwines his and Dylan’s hands together as they walk to the bathroom.
Trevor locks the door. Oh, boy…
Dylan’s leaning against the filthy sink, where a lot of people probably did drugs on, considering he sees a rolled up dollar bill on the floor at the moment.
Trevor makes his way over to Dylan and pulls him closer to his own face by his cross necklace. Dylan could feel the chain around his neck stinging, but it somehow hurt so good when Trevor did it.
“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been itching for a good fuck,” Trevor breathes out, tucking his head against the warm crook of his neck, inhaling Dylans cologne and musk.
Trevor sunk his teeth into Dylans neck, earning a soft moan escaping from Dylan’s lips. “Thats gonna leave a mark..” Dylan thought. What would he even say to his boss if he saw this lovebite directly on his neck? But for some reason, the thought of his boss looking at the hickey Trevor gave him was making him so aroused.
Trevor started grinding his hard-on against Dylan’s thigh. The friction felt so fucking good, Trevor let out a few sighs here and there. Even thinking that HE could make Trevor make those sounds made him even more harder than he was before.
Even though there aren’t many people here, they still have to be careful with their.. sounds.
Suddenly, Dylan grabbed on Trevor’s shoulder and swiftly switched their positions. Now, Trevor’s the one leaning against the sink instead of Dylan.
Dylan palmed Trevor’s cock against his jeans earning a pretty loud moan from him.
“D-Dylan… please..mhg.. I can’t wait any longer,” Trevor murmured.
Obviously, Dylan knew the job. He knew exactly how to satisfy Trevor. He knew the things he liked. He loved being belittled, degraded. He just didn’t want to admit it.
Dylan fumbled for Trevors belt, then finally got it off after 12 seconds. He pulled down Trevors jeans, along with his grey boxers as his cock sprung out. He was hard, and big too. Not as big as Dylan, though. The tip was already glistening with precum.
Dylan slid his thumb over the slit on the head. Then, he started slowly pumping Trevors cock up and down painfully slow, just to tease him a little.
Trevor got seriously impatient because of this, he’s always been the bratty one in the status quo.
“Hngh-.. j-just prep me up already, Dylan..” Trevor demanded as he grabbed Dylans wrist and started moving it towards his glistening, tight hole.
“Are you okay with the traffic light system?” Dylan asks softly as Trevor just nods. Dylan would like to keep teasing Trevor more, but he himself can’t wait to just ram himself inside of the blonde already.
Dylan spat on his hand to use as a lube, then stuck a finger inside. Trevor winced in pain. Yea, it hurt…but it hurt so so good. Trevor’s had sex with the same gender only a few times, so he’s a bit new to being filled instead of filling someone up.
“You ready for a second?” Dylan didn’t keep his eyes off Trevor. For once, it felt like Trevor was his and only his. “M-Mhm..” Trevor whimpered, the feeling of his hold getting stretched out by his colleague feels so arousing and adventurous to him.
Dylan moved his fingers around in there a little, just for Trevor to get used to it before Dylan actually puts his dick inside.
Slowly, Dylan pulled out his fingers from Trevors hole. Trevor felt empty without something inside of him.
Dylan was clumsily fumbling away his Vivienne Westwood belt when Trevor shooed away his hand and took it off himself. He pulled down Dylans pants and Calvin Klein underwear just to be greeted with a veiny, long and a pretty decently sized cock sitting right infront of him. It was bigger than Trevors. Trevor blushed, there was no way THAT was gonna fit inside his little hole. He barely even got prepped up, after all.
Dylan placed his right hand on Trevors hip to stablize himself while using the free one to align himself to Trevors entrance. You could hear how Trevors breath hitched when he felt Dylans cock press on his delicate hole.
"Just g-get on with it alrea-AANGH!-.." Trevor moaned out loud when Dylan shoved his dick inside of him with no lube, little preparation and no warning. Trevor tilted his head back from the pain while he gritted his teeth, preparing for whatever's coming next.
Slowly, Dylan started pounding inside of Trevor feeling the inside of him with his cock. Trevor moved his grip from the sink over to his mouth to keep his moans quiet, until Dylan grabbed his wrist, "I wanna hear you, let everyone in this bar know how much of a slut you are for me. Candice should know that her own 'boyfriend' is taking dick from his own best friend," Dylan said roughly in Trevors ear, making him even more closer to his climax.
Dylan finally felt like he owned Trevor. He loved bossing Trevor around, knowing that it would break Trevors ego. Trevor was always so bratty, while Dylan just dealt with him the entire time with no complaints. He liked making Trevor feel special. Even if its in a sexual way. Candice will never know Trevor as much as Dylan knew him. And Dylan loved knowing that. He was always competitive against others, except for his bestfriend. He wanted Trevor to be happy and satisfied more than anything in the world. Oh, but if Dylan even knew that Trevor was in the Mafia... he wouldn't even rat him out. Never. It was Trevor, the love of his life. Why would he risk not seeing Trevor ever again rather than working alongside him?
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The sound of Trevors sighs and moans slipping out of his mouth, skin slapping against skin and the sink leaking water droplets every 2 seconds. The way Dylan was making direct eye contact with Trevor through the mirror, Dylan saw the way Trevors eyes fluttered closed each thrust with his mouth agape.
By that time, Trevor was reaching closer to his climax.
"Hhngh... Dylan, I'm c-close.." Trevor whispered.
"Don't cum for me yet, wait for my cue." Trevor calmly said. "How can he be so calm even in this case?" Trevor thought.
Dylan reached down to pump Trevors dick before whispering in his ear,
"You drive me fucking crazy, Trev. You're doing so good for me. You know that?'
Trevor moaned in response. He loved praise more than anything. "G-god... I can't hold it in a-anymore, man.." Trevor struggled to spit out his words, especially when Dylan's making him feel this good. Heck, this feels even better than Candice.
"Go ahead and cum for me, babe. I'll be right behind you." Dylan moved Trevors position to face him. Trevors face was so flushed and had a few sweat beads glistening under the dim bathroom light.
Trevor sighs as he cums his load right all over on his chest and abdomen, painting it white. He leaned his head back in relief, panting and gasping for air.
Dylans movements started to get slower and sloppier and finished in ribbons inside of Trevor while letting out a soft moan.
The pair just stood there, breathing in the smell of sex of air while just trying to catch a breath after the previous events. Finally, Dylan pulled out with a string of cum from his tip to Trevors full entrance. The empty feeling made Trevor feel odd.
Dylan pulled up his pants and buckled up his belt neatly. Trevor could barely move, his legs trembling and the sink counter being the only support at the moment. Dylan, obviously noticed and went to go help him put on his pants for him. Dylan went to go grab a tissue and wiped off the cum before it dried. This gesture made Trevor blush furiously.
After Dylan was done, he leaned in closer to plant a chaste kiss to Trevors lips. Trevor raised his hand to Dylans neck, deepening the kiss. Suddenly, the kiss was no longer chaste as Trevor was sliding his tounge in Dylans mouth, and Dylan allowed him, too.
They broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting them.
"I'll break up with Candice." Trevor announced. Dylans eyes widened out of surprise.
"Actually?"
"Actually. She isn't worth my time."
Dylan nodded and tucked a stray hair behind Trevors ear.
"I never liked her, anyway." Dylan confessed, Trevor just laughed.
"This was perfect. Just me and Trevor. Alone. Without that whor- I mean, Candice." Dylan thought, but his thoughts were cut short when Trevor said,
"We should go now," Trevor unlocked the door and went out, Dylan following after him. The bar was about to close, just in time.
After they were finally outside, Trevor offered to drive Dylan home. He gladly accepted that offer and went in Trevors car. It was a silent drive, but in a comforting way. It was like every flaw in the world just disappeared when he was beside Trevor.
They finally arrived to Dylans house. As Dylan was taking off his seatbelt, Trevor stopped him.
"Don't leave yet. Please. I don't wanna go home tonight." Trevor pleaded. Dylan paused for a moment, then nodded. Trevor parked the car and followed Dylan to his doorstep. He opened the door, revealing the inside. It was neatly organized, and didn't have that horrible, nauseating lavender scent that Candice would spray everyday that would give everyone that visited a head ache. The wall had some pictures framed of Dylan, his mom and his siblings. Cute.
Trevor thought he was going to sleep on the couch for tonight, but Dylan brought him upstairs to his bedroom. "If you're gonna sleep at my house, you might aswell make yourself comfortable," Dylan said, kicking off his shoes and taking off his hat to hang it up somewhere.
"You can borrow some of my clothes if you'd like, we're the same size so they should fit you. I'm gonna take a shower." Dylan says before walking inside the bathroom.
Trevor rummages through Dylans closet til he finds something he likes. Dylan always wears complex outfits. Finally, he found some sweatpants he liked. He stripped himself and put it on, not even bothering to shower first. Then, going into bed waiting for Dylan.
Dylan came out of the bathroom shortly after, only wearing a towel around his waist. Trevor was on his phone, trying not to look but ended up glancing a few times. Dylan didn't notice, thankfully.
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After Dylan put his clothes on, he joined Trevor on the bed then noticing that Trevor wasn't even wearing a shirt. He gets flustered by the thought of Trevor shirtless in his bed, but he's too tired to even think about it.
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight." Dylan flatly says, turning off the light. He's laying facing the opposite side of Trevor. "Now? But it's so early..." Trevor says.
"We have work tomorrow, remember?" When Dylan reminded him of that, Trevor huffed. He loathed going to work 90% of the time, while Dylan loved his job.
"You know, you didn't have to remind me. I could've just overslept and took a day off, then make an excuse saying that I was ill or something."
Dylan snickered, "As if Rome would ever believe that lame excuse."
Trevor just ignored him and watched his phone to try atleast get a little tired. 10 minutes pass, and still broad awake, with not a wink of sleep in his eyes.
...
Another 20 minutes have passed, and Trevor still can't sleep. "Dylan?" He calls out, with no response. He's probably already slept. He wasn't expecting him to answer, anyway.
"...yeah?" Dylan responded drowsily.
"Nothing, just checking if you're asleep or not."
Trevor scoots closer to Dylan and wraps his arms around his waist. Dylan doesn't say anything. until..
"...i love you,"
"I love you too."
Finally, Trevor flutters his eyes shut and dozes off.
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