Romano stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel. He was feeling a lot warmer than he had been a few minutes ago. Wrapping the towel around himself, he headed back to the living room.
Dave had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants by the time Romano came back. He looked up and bit back a gasp of admiration. He would have never thought that beneath that bullet head there was such an amazing body. Hell, it was almost as good as his.
"Uh, your clothes should be dry in another twenty minutes or so," said Dave.
"Good," said Romano, with a curt nod. He was uncomfortably aware of Dave's admiring gaze. He was also aware of the t-shirt straining over Dave's muscles. I am not interested, he told himself, while aware that certain parts of his body were contradicting him.
"You want another whisky, or some beer?" asked Dave, as he headed for the kitchen.
"Whisky," ordered Romano, as he stood in front of the radiator.
Dave returned with a generous measure. Romano looked at it suspiciously. "You're trying to get me drunk so you can seduce me, aren't you?"
"Like hell I am," said Dave indignantly. "Look, just because I occasionally have sex with men, doesn't mean I want to screw every guy in sight. I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man, no the last human on the planet."
"Hah, might have known you wouldn't have the balls to do it," said Romano, with a sneer. A part of him was saying that sitting in a guy's apartment, wearing only a towel was not the time to be hurling insults. Another part of him was saying, oh yeah, what a body.
"I'll show you who has the balls," said Dave. Taking Romano's drink, he took a mouthful and put the glass down.
"Wait a ...," said Romano. The rest of his protest was cut off by Dave's mouth as he grabbed him by the arms and kissed him. The whisky flowed into Romano's mouth nearly choking him. Dave's tongue probed relentlessly round the inside of his mouth. When Dave finally pulled away, Romano was gasping for breath.
Shit, thought Dave. I'm gonna get fired for this for sure.
Romano stood there breathing heavily. His towel fell away to reveal a semi-erect cock. "Now look what you've done," he said.
"You want me to do something with that?" asked Dave.
Romano hesitated only briefly before nodding.
"Okay, but this is my show, and you have to do what I tell you, right?" said Dave.
Romano nodded again. I'm drunk, he told himself. I wouldn't be doing this if I was sober, so I must be drunk. The thought cheered him. If he was drunk then it didn't matter who he had sex with.
"Okay, lie down on the floor," said Dave, spreading a towel on the carpet. Romano obeyed. Dave switched off the lights, leaving only the glow from the electric fire for illumination. Romano watched as Dave stripped off, bathed in an eerie orange glow. Retrieving a pack of condoms from his jacket, Dave knelt beside Romano's supine form.
"I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, so stop me if you can't handle it," warned Dave.
"Just do it," said Romano, impatiently.
Dave shrugged, and then carefully and deliberately caressed Romano's cock. Romano bit back a gasp of pleasure. When his cock was at it's fullest, Dave quickly unrolled a condom over it, and reached for the lubricant.
"Last chance to back out," said Dave, as he knelt on top of Romano. "Going," he raised himself up on his knees and positioned Romano's cock. "Going," he lowered himself until the tip was just touching his ass. "Gone," he whispered as he lowered himself slowly onto it. Romano moaned in surprise at the sensations he was feeling. He grabbed at Dave's hips in an effort to stop him rising.
"Oh God," he moaned, as Dave lifted slightly off him. "Come back."
Dave removed Romano's hands from his hips, and used them as balance as he raised himself again. Dave rode him to a shuddering climax and then collapsed limply on his chest.
They lay there for a while, both breathing heavily, before Romano spoke. "That was...incredible," he gasped.
"Glad you liked it," said Dave, rolling off him. "Now, how'd you like to return the favor?"
"Meaning?" asked Romano, looking at him skeptically.
"Meaning, you've had my ass, now I want yours." Dave saw the look of apprehension on Romano's face. "You don't have to," he said quickly, "Just think of it as an early Christmas present."
"Yours or mine?"
"Both if we're lucky."
"Okay," said Romano, quickly. "What do I do?"
"Lie there and think of England," said Dave, grabbing a cushion from the couch and placing it under Romano so that his ass was raised.
Kneeling behind him, Dave gently ran his hands over Romano's firm buttocks. Romano moaned with delight as he felt the gentle caresses.
"You have the hands of a surgeon," he gasped.
"And do I have the lips of a surgeon?" asked Dave, grinning as he blew gently into Romano's ass. He suppressed a laugh at the thought that he was now literally, kissing the bosses ass.
Reaching for the lubricant, he applied it liberally, guessing that this could be difficult, being as it were, unexplored territory. Smoothing the condom over his cock, which was standing to attention, he placed it gently at the entrance. "Ready or not, here I come," he muttered under his breath, as he slid it in.
Romano gasped at the sudden intrusion. "You okay?" asked Dave, ready to stop if requested.
Romano nodded, unable to speak. "Okay then," said Dave, as he eased in a bit further. Reaching under Romano's torso, he started gently caressing the older mans nipples.
"Oh yes," moaned Romano. The momentary distraction allowed Dave to slip in another few inches. "More," groaned Romano, "Don't stop."
"What's my name," whispered Dave, in Romano's ear.
"What?"
"You're always forgetting my name," said Dave, as he pulled out a few inches. "I want to hear you call me by my real name."
"Malatucci," spat Romano, unwilling to let Dave get the upper hand.
"Oooh, wrong answer," said Dave, tweaking Romano's nipple, as he thrust in a bit further.
Romano tried to restrain himself, but Dave's insistent teasing and the sensations he was feeling were making his head spin. "Malucci," he gasped.
"I didn't here you," said Dave, as he continued to thrust in and out.
"MALUCCI, MALUCCI," shouted Romano, as he climaxed.
"And don't you forget it," gasped Dave, as he too came. He lay there breathless for a few moments, before rolling off to one side. The enormity of what he had just done was only now beginning to hit him. Oh my God, he thought to himself. I've just screwed the boss. I'm dead.
Romano too was realizing just what had happened. Dear God, of all the people he could have had sex with; it had to be someone on staff.
The phone ringing jarred them both out of their stupor.
Dave grabbed it quickly, and talked for a few minutes, before replacing the receiver.
"That was Ed," he said, avoiding eye contact with Romano. "He'll be out front in ten minutes. Should have you home in no time."
"Good," said Romano, tersely.
"I'll get your clothes," said Dave.
They dressed in silence, avoiding looking at each other.
Romano retrieved Gretel's dog food and stood by the door. Dave unbolted it.
"This never happened, okay?" said Romano to Dave.
"Fine by me," replied Dave, slightly relieved.
"Good," said Romano, as Dave opened the door. Suddenly he pulled Dave down to his level and gave him a long lingering kiss. "Merry Christmas," he said, as he hurriedly left the apartment without a backward glance.
"Yeah, Merry Christmas," said Dave.
THE END
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