*Note: John in this story is same character my other series "The Run". You don't have to read those to follow this though. Hope you all like this one.*
If this were a meeting like any other, Chet would have simply pulled something from his closet full of stylish suits without much thought and with the confidence that it didn't matter because he had excellent taste. But today's meeting was different. Most of the involved parties were no different from his law firm's usual straight, middle-aged, upper middle-class clientele. But one was different. John was nice-looking, sure, and just that fact alone would not have driven any changes in Chet's usual behavior. Upon their first meeting Chet, a fairly high-ranking lawyer within his new firm had merely seen him as another party in yet another of the seemingly thousands of meetings taken throughout his career. However, over the course of several meetings Chet had developed an infatuation.
At roughly five-foot-nine John was three inches shorter than Chet. He had dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and a demeanor that was somehow shy and confident at the same time. It was an attractive combination. As a tall, handsome, lawyer Chet had more than enough confidence and was not at all shy.
He stood in front of his walk-in closet, skin still damp from his morning shower, lower body wrapped in a towel. Chet wanted to look appealing without looking like he was trying too hard. In the end he decided on crisp, pale-blue shirt purchased before he'd added the current level muscle to his naturally lean frame. It hugged his biceps and chest in a way that was noticeable but not uncomfortable. He laid it on his bed next to a pair of tailored pants and black trunk underwear in an ensemble that he hoped would draw the right kind of attention.
Dropping the towel, Chet headed back into his bathroom to finish air drying in the nude and put a small amount of product into his short but still wavy blonde hair. After a sufficient amount of grooming, it was time get dressed and make his way to the office.
Through professional chatter Chet had been able to sketch a basic outline the man he'd developed an interest in. John had started out as an accountant, working in that field after finishing his degree in college. Over time he'd finished an MBA and slowly started taking on side projects and other financial work. Eventually these projects had developed into his own successful business. That business had grown steadily through hard work and great connections and now John was selling his stake for a sizeable sum and being shuffled out of sight into a cushy position out of the purview of the higher-ups.
Through less than professional chatter a more in-depth picture was painted. John had been married throughout most of his career, had two sons, and was recently divorced from a woman. A bit more prying had revealed that the reason for the divorce was that John liked men. The details were uncertain but many in his circle knew that it had been messy. Chet didn't care. That was all the information that he needed and after the closing the deal there would be no conflicts of interest. Chet had had some say in when the deal would close and he purposely lobbied for an afternoon meeting. Knowing that it would take several hours, Chet was sure that the emptying building where he worked would be safe for him to make a move.
Although Chet could detect a bit tension breaking through the surface with some of the parties involved, (one of which happened to be John's former brother-in-law) the meeting went as planned with few deviations.
"Congratulations," Chet said and held on to John's hand a little longer than necessary while making smoldering eye contact shortly after the meeting had ended. They'd had some communication throughout the process but now that the deal was done Chet had more freedom with their interactions. "Why don't you hang back and let's chat for a moment."
John seemed surprised but also intrigued. "Sure," he said.
Chet watched as the rest of the suited men congratulated each other and made their way out of the glass-doored conference room, leaving him alone with the man he had slowly become infatuated with over the last few weeks. He stood confidently, letting his height, tight body, and good looks draw John in.
"Would you like to come back to my office for a drink to celebrate?" Chet asked.
"Aren't you representing my buyer?" John wondered.
"Not anymore, the deal is done." The confident lawyer continued, "and you deserve a little bit of fun."
John's eyebrows raised at the phrasing and flirtatiousness of Chet's words.
"OK," he said. "Lead the way."
As they walked back to Chet's corner office at the end of the hall, he felt his pulse rise. But not by much. He was not at all nervous, merely excited and encouraged that things seemed to be going his way. Entering the office Chet closed the door but did not shut the blinds.
"I have to admit I've asked around about you," Chet said as he looked at John intently as he handed him a Whiskey, neat.
"And why would you do that?" John still seemed unsure but was clearly starting realize what might be happening. It was totally unexpected but not unwelcome.
"You're a handsome, successful man and I'm interested in you."
John perked up at the complements. "Well, you're also a handsome successful man."
"I know," Chet said. "And as it turns out we have more than just that in common."
John took a sip of the Scotch in his glass. "I rarely ever drink anything straight," he said. "I have to admit I'm a bit of a lightweight."
"Relax, you earned it," Chet said.
John shrugged. "I guess I did. So... you've asked around about me?"
Chet decided to take it slowly; gauge John's reaction to things.
"I did," he said assuredly.
