Hired, page 19
Wasn't it funny how well Hadley knew him already? Better than the people Sebastian had worked with for years and years. “As uncomfortable as I may be with some aspects of my life, including my wealth and maybe even my job, being gay is something I've embraced. I’m not ashamed about it, I refuse to hide it, and anyone who gives me crap about it gets an earful. It's one of the few subjects I’m willing to fight for, I suppose.”
“I like it. It's to your credit.”
Hadley's quiet praise warmed Sebastian's heart. “Thank you.”
That got him a smile from Hadley. “You say thank you a lot more than you did at first. Also something I like.”
Sebastian shifted in his seat. “Yeah, my mom pointed out that this was something I needed to work on. Apparently, my dad has the same issue. I got a whole lecture on love languages.”
Hadley chuckled. “Love languages, huh? Well, I don't have to guess what yours is. How you express yours, I mean.”
“Really? What do you think it is?”
“Gifts. You buy things for people you care about, things that make their life easier or more comfortable or better. Like the chair you got me and the electric kettle. Small things for you, but they meant a lot to me.”
Hadley really did know him. “According to my mom and sister, you’re spot on. Though my mom mentioned time as well, like spending time with people I like.”
“I can see that. If you had to take a guess, what do you think mine is?”
Huh, that was an interesting question. Not gifts, and not only because he was aware Hadley was short on money. He didn't care much for it, and while he'd been appreciative of the things Sebastian had gotten him, it hadn't been over the top. Time, maybe? Touch? Crap, what were the other two again? He closed his eyes. What had his mom and sister said?
Acts of service. That sounded like Hadley. Sure, a lot of what he did was his job, but he put his heart into it, and he'd done a lot more for Sebastian than he had been required or expected to. But what was the fifth one again? Oh, right. Words of affirmation. Of course he would think of that last because he was so bad at those. But they were crucial to Hadley.
“Words. You need words.”
Hadley's eyes widened. “Correct, and I’m impressed you guessed right.”
“It wasn't a guess. I had trouble remembering that last one, but once I did, I knew that was yours. You light up when I thank you or give you a compliment.”
Now it was Hadley's turn to shift in his chair, his eyes gazing at the floor. “It's embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Why?”
They were quiet as TJ came to bring their hot water and snacks, and they worked together to make two cups of tea, putting the wet tea bag on a lid TJ had provided. Seconds after they had put it down, TJ grabbed it, then continued serving the other passengers.
Would Hadley use the interruption to change the subject? Sebastian wouldn't press him. If this wasn’t something he was comfortable talking about, he’d let it go.
But Hadley said, “I don't like that it's so important to me. It shouldn't be.”
“I'm not sure that the concept of love languages is something to attach judgment and value to. Granted, I know nothing else about it other than what my mom and sister shared, but they were pretty clear that all those ways to express and receive love and affection are equal. One isn't better than the other.”
Hadley sighed. “Sure, but it's one of those cases where everybody says it's equal while we all know it's not. Needing those words of praise and affirmation makes me vulnerable and dependent in a way I don't like.”
Sebastian had trouble following him. “Vulnerable and dependent? How?”
They had to wait as the captain made his announcement, and then they pushed off from the gates. The flight attendants completed the required safety announcements, TJ demonstrating how to buckle and unbuckle a seat belt, how to put on an oxygen mask, and all those other things that Sebastian had heard a thousand times but still wasn't sure he would be able to do if the time came. The captain warned the cabin crew to take their seats, and within a minute, they were on the runway, taking off.
This time, Sebastian didn't fear Hadley would change the subject, though why, he couldn't explain. Maybe because all that time, he'd watched him, emotions flashing over his face as he looked pensive, a little frown between his eyebrows.
“It's hard to explain, but I guess I feel vulnerable because it makes me so needy. Someone could easily exploit that. If some guy pushed that button hard enough, I’d accept a lot more from him than I should.”
“You underestimate yourself. I don't think you would accept crap from anyone, regardless of what they told you. Your bullshit radar is way too good for that. But either way, aren't all these love languages equally vulnerable? I mean, if you depended on gifts, for example, wouldn't that imply your affection could be bought? Not to get too philosophical, but love and affection always make a person vulnerable. And that's coming from someone who is far from an expert.”
Hadley slowly nodded. “You make a good point. I'd never looked at it like that.”
“As for the gifts thing, if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't do it again. All you have to do is tell me.”
“I don't mind. Trust me, I understand the intention behind it, and that makes it easy to accept. Plus, it helps that I know you can afford it. I don't want to sound rude, but it would be different if your financial situation were the same as mine.”
“That makes total sense. One thing I'm curious about, and like I said, I haven't looked into the whole concept, is if the way you express affection is the same way in which you’d prefer to receive it. In other words, if I express my affection through buying gifts for people, does that also mean that I want to receive presents in return?”
“I don't know. I've never thought about it, but that's a good question. All I can say is that I hope that's not the case because I'll never be able to afford it.”
“Afford expressing your affection for me, you mean?”
Hadley blushed a delicious red. “That's what we were talking about, right? We’d already established that's how you show your appreciation for me.”
“Sure, but there's a bit of a gap between appreciation and affection.”
“Of course I have affection for you.” It came out defensively, and yet the words hit Sebastian hard.
“You do?”
“Weren't you the one who insisted we were friends aside from being boss and employee? Being friends implies having affection for each other. I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't like you.”
Hadley liked him? Genuinely liked him as a person? How the hell had he pulled that off, what with how much of a grouch he had been? “Thank you, once again. I wasn't… I guess I hadn't connected those dots yet. I'm grateful that I haven't managed to scare you off yet.”
Hadley snorted. “You're not that bad. Your bark is far worse than your bite.”
Sebastian leaned into him, bringing his mouth close to Hadley's ear. “I'd be happy to bite you if you want… I can think of a few places on your body where I would gladly sink my teeth into.”
The way Hadley’s eyes darkened and his breath hitched, followed by a look in Sebastian’s direction that hardened his cock in an instant, suggested this business trip might be exactly as pleasurable as Sebastian had hoped.
21
The sounds of traffic were barely audible as Hadley stared out the window of their room in the Ritz-Carlton, overlooking a snowy Central Park and the buildings on either side of the park. Dusk was falling, and the lights were blinking on everywhere. What a view. The room, already three times as big as his whole apartment, even came with a telescope to study everything in detail. He’d always heard hotel rooms on Manhattan were small because the real estate was so expensive, but this one was huge and had a king-size bed, a sitting area, and a bathroom in black-and-cream marble that must’ve cost a fortune but that he found gaudy and cold.
Still, he’d never seen so much opulence in his life. He’d accompanied clients before on occasion, but he’d never flown first class, and he sure as hell had never stayed at a hotel this luxurious. With Christmas coming up in a few weeks, both the city and the hotel were decked out in Christmas decorations, and it was a sight to behold.
They’d flown into JFK, where a sleek Bentley with a uniformed chauffeur had been waiting for them to take them to the hotel. Hadley had made all the arrangements, following Sebastian’s instructions. No ordinary cabs for this man, and Hadley couldn’t even blame him. If he had the money to pay for more comfort, why deny himself that luxury? Hadley sure as fuck had appreciated that car rather than some dirty cab.
They’d come in through the Midtown tunnel, which, for the record, Hadley had hated. He ten times preferred a bridge over a tunnel. The idea of a river flowing above him wasn’t comforting. He’d rather have the water where he could keep an eye on it. When he’d said as much, Sebastian hadn’t made fun of him but had confessed he didn’t like high bridges, that those always gave him pause. That had been sweet of him.
Once they’d arrived on Manhattan, Sebastian had pointed out some sights. The Empire State Building had been visible in the distance, as well as the Chrysler Building and Rockefeller Center, and they’d passed Carnegie Hall.
What a city this was. Seattle wasn’t small, but it didn’t come close to New York. Still, Hadley wouldn’t want to live on Manhattan. The traffic and the constant noise would drive him insane. These people basically drove with their right hand on the horn. But why? It didn’t make traffic go any faster. Even emergency vehicles had trouble getting through, also not a comforting thought.
Sebastian’s stomach had better behave, though he seemed to be doing much better. Hadley hadn’t seen any signs he was still in pain or even had heartburn. The doctor had assured them that beginning ulcers could heal fast, and that seemed to be the case. So far, Sebastian had demonstrated he was serious about eating healthier. He’d cut back on his coffee, had eliminated the banana bread, and had embraced more healthy lunch options.
“How’s the view?” Sebastian came up behind him.
“Pretty damn spectacular.”
Sebastian hugged him from behind, startling Hadley for a moment. It seemed like too affectionate a gesture from a man who was only interested in his body. “I’m glad you booked us in the same room.”
Hadley harrumphed. “I’m not having you pay for another room this expensive if I’m not gonna use it. One night is more than I pay for an entire month of rent.”
“And you’re sure financial reasons are the only factor? You didn’t think it would be”—he nuzzled Hadley’s neck, his hot breath making Hadley’s skin pebble—“an excellent opportunity to have some fun together?”
Hadley suppressed a smile. “Oh, for sure, I already booked us a show for tonight.” He checked his watch. “We have an hour to get dinner, and then we should be going.”
Sebastian’s arms tightened around him. “A show? What kind of… Oh, I see. You’re trying to be funny here.”
Hadley snickered. “Almost worked too.”
“Almost. I do agree a show would be fun, though, but I had a different show in mind.”
His voice had dropped low, the sexy edge hardening Hadley’s cock. “What kind of show?”
Sebastian trailed his fingers over his chest, then deftly unbuttoned his dress shirt. “The kind where we don’t need clothes.”
“I’m…” Hadley had to swallow first. “I’d be down with that.”
“Good. Because ever since last week, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About your ass, I mean.”
“My ass wouldn’t mind getting reacquainted with your fat cock.”
Sebastian pulled Hadley’s shirt off and threw it onto the floor. “Hands against the window.”
Hadley did as he was told, a jolt of electricity zapping through his body at that quiet order. Sebastian slipped his hands under Hadley’s undershirt, caressing his stomach, his chest, then flicking his nipples. Hadley shifted his stance, restless. Outside, it was growing darker, and he saw their reflections in the window now, Sebastian towering over him.
He kept his hands against the window as Sebastian unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants and sent them floating to the floor, where Hadley kicked them off.
“Oh. My. God.” Sebastian made a sound that was almost like a purr. “Look at you. You dressed for the occasion, didn’t you?”
He had. After much debating with himself that morning, he’d accepted that the two of them having sex was inevitable, and he had put on a pair of black panties. Sebastian touched them with one finger, starting on Hadley’s ass, then traveling to the front and caressing his cock until it had grown completely hard. “Fuck, that is so hot.”
He cupped Hadley’s cock through the fabric, stroking it, massaging it with the perfect amount of pressure. Hadley moved into his touch, all but humping his hand, and he wasn’t even sorry or embarrassed. God, it felt so, so good, that smooth, silky fabric against his cock and with Sebastian’s hard hand around him.
“I wanna see you in just those panties. Put your hands up for a moment.”
Hadley obeyed, and Sebastian pulled his T-shirt over his head, then crouched down and took off Hadley’s socks. “So much better. Turn around. Show yourself to me.”
Hadley’s stomach tickled. He wore only panties, while Sebastian was still dressed, including his tie and suit jacket. And the man looked so goddamn good in a suit, like he was made to wear them. The embodiment of high-quality suit porn. The difference in their state of dress felt obscene, especially since Hadley was right in front of a window. No one could see them, or at least, he didn’t think so, but still. He felt exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly sexy. The look in Sebastian’s eyes, how his breath sped up, the casual way he cupped his own erection and readjusted himself. Hadley loved seeing the effect he had on him.
And so he stretched his arms above his head and did a slow pirouette, showing himself off from every angle. Sebastian made a choked sound, then loosened his tie. “So fucking sexy.”
Filled with a courage he hadn’t even known he possessed, Hadley sank to his knees, first keeping his legs together but then spreading them wide and leaning backward, offering Sebastian a prime view of his straining erection in the tight panties. He slid onto his back and put his legs up at a ninety-degree angle, then spread them wide again so Sebastian could see both his ass and his front. Years of yoga, combined with his natural flexibility, were paying off.
He went by instinct now, cupping himself and rubbing his dick through the fabric, moaning uninhibitedly. Mmm, yes, so good. He was so hard, his cock leaking like crazy. Sebastian made another sound, a low growl, and when Hadley glanced at him, the man’s eyes were glued to Hadley’s ass. He slid his hand under his panties and played with his balls, closing his eyes when the other sensations became too much to process. His legs grew tired from holding up, and so he put them down on the floor, making sure to spread them as wide as he could.
With one finger, he slid backward, finding his hole, which he had meticulously cleaned that morning. He patted it, just circling his finger as he humped the air. He loved to edge himself like this, though he rarely had the time and the opportunity for it. Having lube would make it even better, but alas. He swiped some precum from his dick and used that to slip his index finger into his ass. Fuck, yes, perfect.
He fingered himself with his right hand, his left now playing with his dick and balls. The thin silk was stretched to the max, and if he continued this, it would rip, but he didn’t care at this point. Biting his lip, he fucked himself harder, curling his finger to massage that spot inside him that would make him see stars. When he found it, lightning flashed before his eyes. So good. So fucking good.
Something came between him and the light in the room, darkening his vision even with his eyes closed. He opened them and found Sebastian standing over him, his legs spread wide. He unbuckled his belt and dragged his zipper down. When he took his cock out, Hadley’s heart skipped a beat. He was on the plush carpet on his back, wearing only panties while he was making himself come, while Sebastian was still dressed. It was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced, maybe also because the man looked so damn powerful and delectable in that suit.
“Bring yourself off,” Sebastian told him hoarsely. “I wanna see you come.”
Hadley resumed his previous activities, his eyes fixed on Sebastian, who spit in his hand a few times, circled his cock, and jacked himself off. Their ragged breaths filled the room, interspersed with the wet sounds of Sebastian masturbating, the little moans and whimpers Hadley made as he fingered himself again, and Sebastian’s grunts as he sped up, his cheeks ruddy and his eyes dark.
Hadley bit his lip from crying out. Even a hotel this expensive wouldn’t tolerate guests having loud sex, but oh, how hard it was to keep quiet when all he wanted to do was moan and scream with how fucking good it was, with how sexy he felt, with how horny he was, how eager to come. He rubbed his prostate with one finger, massaging his dick with his other hand, his whole body shaking and trembling as he hurtled toward that cliff.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” He pushed himself over the edge. His vision went white hot as his ass contracted, and he shot his load into the silk panties, fingering himself until he couldn’t take it anymore, his prostate too sensitive. Fuck, anal orgasms were so fantastic. A bit more work, but fucking worth it.
He was still panting as he pulled back his hands and sagged on his back, finally opening his eyes again. Sebastian was still standing over him, his hand around his cock. He’d waited for Hadley to come, but now he picked up the pace again. He worked himself, rough and hard, and within seconds, he came, spraying his load over Hadley’s chest, his face, his hair. So. Fucking. Hot. He’d never been into that whole porny stuff, but this was the sexiest experience ever.
