Page 25 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

Michael was stretching when Noah walked into his office, a yoga mat rolled out on the carpet.

“Heeey, little bro,” he said, looking up from his stiff Sleeping Swan pose. “What’s up?”

“That’s my line,” Noah said, closing the door behind him. “You wanted to see me?”

“Oh. Right.” Michael straightened his other leg and bounced up, stretching his arms behind his back. “Do you want to get a drink tonight?”

“Can’t. I have plans.”

“Yeah? With who?”

Noah hesitated. He was supposed to go with Benji to his friend’s birthday party. But he wasn’t about to tell Michael that. Or the next thing he knew, he’d be getting a call from prison, Benji needing bail after punching some unsuspecting stalker Michael had hired to creep on him.

Michael grinned. “I knew it. You’re seeing someone.”

“I’m really not,” Noah started, but Michael was already talking over him.

“I’ve seen you looking at your phone when you think no one’s watching, man! I know that face. You’re down bad .”

He unfolded his arms, reaching to ruffle Noah’s oiled hair.

Noah stepped out of the way. “It’s none of your business who I see. Did you bring me in here for something important or just to grill me about a nonexistent relationship?”

Michael rolled his eyes. He bent down again, stretching his leg out underneath him and grimacing. Michael wasn’t a flexible guy. Noah didn’t even know he owned a yoga mat.

“Calm down,” Michael said, straining with the stretch. “I’m just looking out for you. Making sure you don’t get involved with someone who’s going to fuck you over. Say they love you and then leave when you tell them you’re planning on a prenup.”

Noah closed his eyes. Of course. When it came to dating, everything came back to her.

“Not everyone is Yvonne, Mikey. Jesus. Is that why you called me in here?”

“Nope,” Michael grunted, his leg sliding further down the mat. “Wanted to ask why you’re blowing up Accounts’ inbox about the Presley deal.”

Noah frowned. “I found some inconsistencies. Some of the bank transfers?—”

“Oh shit,” Michael told him, leg wobbling. He looked stuck. “I already sorted that. Thought you knew.”

“Can you send me the documentation?”

“Can you take the clipboard out of your ass for a second? I said I handled it.” Michael winced, braced himself, then dragged his other leg up so he fell on his back. Then he bounced up all nonchalant, like he hadn’t just gotten stuck.

“Sure,” Noah said. “But I still need the documentation.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Michael wiped his sweaty hair off his forehead, giving Noah an annoyed look. “Fine. I’ll get to it. Got a bunch of other shit to look at first.”

“Sure,” Noah repeated.

Michael turned away, bending to roll up his yoga mat. It felt like a dismissal, so Noah went. Trying to ignore the suspicion churning in his stomach.

It was probably nothing. But this wasn’t the first time Michael had been involved in deals that didn’t add up.

The money got sent, but when Noah checked, it just…

wasn’t there. He didn’t want to think the worst. This was Michael’s company; he’d never be so stupid as to embezzle money.

But he kept bringing up the numbers, doing the math just in case he’d made a mistake.

He hadn’t. It didn’t add up.

Noah made it another two hours and two equally stressful meetings before he gave in and called Benji.

“Hey, Noah. What’s?—?”

Noah cut him off. “I need to see you. Now.”

Benji paused. “Um, sure. Where?”

“I’m at work.” Noah kneaded his temple, grimacing at the start of a headache. “I know we’re going to your friend’s birthday tonight, but I can’t wait.”

Benji’s breath hitched. “I-I’ll be there. I’ll get a bus?—”

“Get a taxi. My treat.” Noah hung up and reached for his tie, yanking it out. It didn’t help. Neither did undoing his top two shirt buttons. Fantasizing about what he was going to do to Benji when he got here just made him frustrated.

Benji tumbled into the office fifteen minutes later, already talking.

“Man, when you tell a taxi driver to speed, they really —” Benji stopped, staring. “Are you doing push-ups?”

Noah grunted, a line of sweat dripping down his forehead and onto the carpet. He would have to change clothes after this. A given, with Benji coming in. Thank god he had a spare outfit in his gym bag.

“I’m de-stressing,” Noah said, jumping to his feet. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” Benji grinned crookedly, pulling the door closed behind him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Work shit. Brother shit.”

Benji made a face. “Ugh. I get that.”

“My brother shit is a little different than yours,” Noah said, then kissed him. Benji tasted like cereal and black coffee. Noah wanted to eat him up.

“Nobody looked at you strangely while you came in,” he asked as he pulled back. “Right?”

“With this fabulous and totally professional coat?” Benji spun, showing off the thick green coat Noah had brought him. “I mean, yeah, a little. The ripped jeans don’t help. But I don’t think anyone thinks you got your sugar baby to come in to help you, uh, de-stress .”

Noah grabbed his collar, stopping the twirl. “Did you see a guy who looks like me? Ponytail? Little older?”

“You mean your brother? Why? Should I duck behind a pot plant if I see him?”

Noah forced a smile. There was no use in making Benji worried.

“Don’t bother. I just don’t feel like getting teased.

He always gives me shit about whoever I’m seeing.

” Noah pulled him in for another kiss, wondering why Benji’s eyes stayed open, wide with surprise, until Noah’s lips met his.

For a moment, he let himself sink into it: Benji’s chapped lips and soft sighs, his arms winding around Noah’s neck.

Then he remembered and pulled back. “Tia’s out for lunch. She’s going to be so pissed she didn’t get to meet you.”

Benji cringed. “Oh god, she still wants to vet me?”

“Brings it up all the time.” Noah nosed his cheek, trying to bring him out of his cringe. “Why, want to meet her before?”

Benji barked a laugh. “No! She sounds terrifying. It’s bad enough that you see through me to all that stupid, embarrassing shit, I don’t want to rope another person in on?—”

He cut off with a gasp as Noah grabbed his chin hard.

“Not embarrassing,” Noah said fiercely. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He swallowed Benji’s stammered reply with another kiss, licking deep into his mouth. Benji whined. It stirred something in Noah’s chest. The idea that Benji was still embarrassed by the things he wanted…

He pulled Benji back by his hair. “Say you’re gorgeous.”

Benji blinked, cheeks already flushed. “Huh?”

“You’re not stupid,” Noah said. “Not embarrassing. You’re fucking spectacular, Benjamin.”

Benji curled in on himself, his kiss-bitten lips curling in a sardonic smile.

Noah’s grip tightened in his hair. “Say it.”

Benji bit back a groan. His eyes went half-lidded, but only for a moment. Then they were as alert as ever, trying to find a way out.

“Come on,” he said. “You didn’t bring me here for self-esteem lessons. ”

“Maybe I did,” Noah told him.

Benji rolled his eyes, leaning forward.

Noah yanked him back. “Say it, or I won’t fuck you.”

Benji’s mouth fell open, half-lust, half-indignation. “I came all the way here,” he protested.

Noah held fast. He wasn’t about to let this lie. He was going to make Benji like himself, even if he had to fuck it into him.

Benji kept squirming. Once it became clear that Noah wasn’t going to let go, he sighed loudly.

“Fine,” he said. “I’m gorgeous . Inside and out. You happy?”

“I’ll be happier once you mean it,” Noah said. He kissed him anyway, his teeth scraping his lower lip. “Good boy.”

Benji shivered. Noah held him close so he could feel it. He’d never get tired of coaxing those involuntary reactions out of him, teasing him until he was all base actions, moving entirely on want. None of his walls up to shield him. Just Benji, stripped down to his core.

“Sooo,” Benji said, running a finger through the chest hair peeking out over the buttons Noah had undone. “How do you want me to help you de-stress , Mr. CFO? I promise I’ll make it way more fun than push-ups.”

“Well. If you promise .” Noah ran his hands down Benji’s back, considering. He could have Benji suck him off. He could jerk Benji until he cried and begged to come. He had a dozen things planned, but one reigned high above them all.

“I think I’ll have you suck me,” he said thoughtfully. “Then I’m going to fuck you over my desk.”

Benji’s mouth dropped open. Noah pressed his thumb inside, pressing down on his tongue. Benji moaned. Then he closed his lips and sucked.

“Good boy,” Noah said.

Benji dropped to his knees. Noah looked over at his chair, which he’d planned on sitting in so that he wouldn’t have to focus on standing up. But Benji looked so pretty, staring up at him while he worked Noah’s zipper down and pulled him out.

Fuck the chair. Noah would just lock his knees.

“There you go,” he praised as Benji sucked the head, bobbing his head shallowly. “You love feeling it get hard, don’t you, baby? Knowing it’s you that’s getting me so stiff.”

Benji grunted in agreement. He sucked kisses up the swelling shaft, swirling his tongue around the head just like Noah taught him.

Benji had all but killed his gag reflex from deepthroating his dildo while he jerked off, but he still lacked finesse.

Noah had been all too happy to teach him.

Now he was perfect, his blowjobs tailored exactly how Noah liked them.

It didn’t take long before Noah thrust into Benji’s throat, fully hard and throbbing.

“ That’s what you want,” Noah breathed, watching Benji’s lips stretch obscenely around him, his throat bulging with each thrust. “Isn’t it, baby?

You want to get fucked, and you don’t care what hole I use.

We should put a dildo on the headboard someday.

You can suck it while I fuck you. Or the other way around. Would you like that?”

Benji’s hips jerked, seeking friction. He looked up at Noah, eyes wet and pleading.

“Do you want to jerk off? Of course you do, you love it.” Noah waited, just to watch Benji’s hips move uselessly against the air, drawing the anticipation out.

The longer he waited, the harder Benji would come in the end.

“I don’t think I’m gonna let you this time, baby.

You just have to hold it. This is about making me feel better, remember? ”

Benji’s eyes rolled up in his head. He went lax, lips slack around him.

“Good little hole,” Noah said, fucking faster into his throat.

He couldn’t do this for much longer; he didn’t have the time to get it up again if he wanted to fuck Benji and then shower before his next meeting.

But it was so tempting to keep holding Benji still, using him until he came down his throat.

Reluctantly, he pulled out. Benji gasped, spit sliding down his chin.

Noah wiped it away with his thumb. “You were so good for me, baby. Now go over to the desk and show me what you want.”

Benji groaned. He stumbled up, Noah having to steady him as he swayed. Then he went over to the desk, eased his jeans and boxers down to his knees, and pulled his cheeks apart.

“There you go,” Noah crooned. He pulled a bottle of travel-sized lube out of his pocket, which he’d placed in there before he started doing push-ups. He went to squirt it over his fingers. Then he paused. The nozzle was smooth and thin.

Benji yelped as Noah stuck it inside him. He yelped even louder when Noah squeezed the bottle, lube gushing into his hole.

“Noah,” he hissed. “That’s—oh my god .”

His cock spurted precum over the desk Noah had cleared earlier.

“Knew you’d like it,” Noah told him. “You’re so eager for anything in your sweet little hole.”

He pushed a finger inside of him, toying with the idea of making Benji strip. Then he eyed the clock and decided against it. He’d get Benji naked later.

Benji shook against the desk as Noah added another finger, biting his lip to muffle his moans.

“Make as much noise as you want,” Noah told him as he lined himself up. “This office is soundproof.”

Benji let out a shocked laugh that turned into an ecstatic moan as Noah pushed in. Slowly, since they hadn’t done much prep. Then faster, deeper, balls slapping against Benji’s ass.

Benji’s arms were already shaking from holding himself up. Noah watched them get shakier and shakier until he fell to his elbows.

“Tell me,” Noah panted.

Benji looked back at him, bouncing with his thrusts. “Wh-what?”

“Tell me you’re gorgeous.”

Benji let out another startled, groaning laugh. “Or you won’t fuck me?”

Noah stilled, with only the head of his cock inside.

Benji made a sound like he was dying and relented. “I’m gorgeous! I’m so fucking gorgeous. Please keep going, give it to me, let me make you feel good?—”

He cut off with a choked moan as Noah slammed back in, fucking him fast and rough. Noah wound an arm around his chest and pulled him up, his front plastered against Benji’s curved back.

“So fucking pretty,” Noah said, kissing his panting mouth. “So pretty and sweet . Doing what I say. Giving it up so easy because you know I’ll make it good for you, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Benji slurred, head thrown back against Noah’s shoulder. “Always… make it good. Do whatever you—whatever you want, Noah, fuck . ‘M gonna come, can I come?”

“All over the desk, baby.” Noah reached down and jerked him fast.

Benji wailed, coming in thick white spurts over the wood. Some of it even cleared the desk and landed on the carpet on the other side.

I’m gonna make him suck it out , Noah thought. Then he bit down on Benji’s neck and came.

His legs were weak when he pulled out. Not as weak as Benji’s, who fell toward the desk the minute Noah let him go.

“Easy,” Noah said, catching him before he could hit the slick wood.

“Whoa.” Benji wrinkled his nose. “Thanks. Almost faceplanted in my own come.”

Noah thought about bringing up the carpet. Then he turned Benji around and kissed him, licking away a stray tear that had escaped mid-fuck.

“Feeling good?”

Benji giggled. “Fuck, man. Anytime you need to de-stress, give me a call. I’ll be there.”

He let his head drop onto Noah’s shoulder. Noah stroked his hair, his racing head already catching up: showers and meetings and his fucking brother. But mostly he thought about Benji’s body, bony and lovely against him.

Anytime you want to de-stress.

Noah wanted Benji here all the time. Stressed or not.