During the day it was a different scene. Frankie worked with Santiago and no one knew what they got up to. That is except one, Trevor. Santiago's long time friend and Frankie's boyfriend was the only one in on the secret. He was often by their side, but recently only got back in town so he missed last night.
Frankie had met them both while dancing in the club. Trevor spotted him and wanted to fuck him immediately, Santiago took a little longer to warm up.
Frankie fell in love with both of them that first night, but Trevor was the one he committed to. After half a month of heated awkward exchanges Trevor locked them together in a room with a bottle of lube, telling them he loved them both.
The tension broke in one fiery passionate night. It worked rather well that Trevor was his roommate. Frankie didn't even notice that he had moved in until Santiago offered to help him pack the rest of his stuff.
The transition was smooth and everyone figured he was just Trevor's boyfriend. Plus, Santiago, while not his direct boss, was above him in the company.
It didn't affect their day to day work, that is unless there was no one else around. Unfortunately today was not one of those days, but it wasn't so bad, a friend was in town.
Hank and Santiago went back a couple years, they weren't especially close, but had one drunken night or two in the past. They were friendly and at the same level in the company so they engaged in the same issues. They often compared notes and advised each other when they could.
While very similar in career interests, they looked as different as two tall men could. Hank was only 6'0 and more round than muscular. Hank had pale green eyes and dirty blond hair. Santiago balanced the messy look with flashes of color and style. Hank maintained a clean look, his hair in order and suit tailored to fit. He wore glasses and kept a short beard.
Hank walked in with his colleague to the other side of the building. They caught up with each other and when Santiago had to go Hank found himself sweet company in the breakroom.
"Is the coffee fresh?" Hank started easily, the handsome man looked up from his book.
"Oh, oof, I'm not sure." His green eyes appeared apologetic. "I'm not a coffee drinker."
Hank inspected the pot and it wasn't hot enough to his liking so he started a fresh one.
"Not a coffee drinker?" Hank questioned the mug by the man's side.
"Nope," the man smirked, "it's hot chocolate."
Hank smiled, the tone the man had was playful, maybe coy, if Hank could hope.
"I didn't know grown adults drank that," Hank teased, his new interest smiled back.
"It's better than stinky coffee," he answered, teasing Hank back, making him laugh.
"Do you normally introduce yourself by insulting a man's beverage?" the sitting man asked, a smirk back on his face.
"No I don't, my apologies," Hank retorted. "So, I'm Hank. I'm from the Denver location."
He followed with his title, wanting to know if the man worked for the company, though why else would he be there?
"Nice to meet you," the man replied, then he ripped Hank's dream away with his name, "I'm Frankie."
He also said his title, but Hank lost track after remembering what Santiago had told him.
"You're Trevor's boyfriend." Hank had to confirm. The man nodded and his eyes lit up at the sound of the other man's name.
"I am," he answered. "Is that how I am known now?"
Hank chuckled, he was jealous of Trevor, but he pushed past it, Trevor was a friend as well.
"I was brought up to speed by Santiago," Hank said, his gaze focused on his coffee so he missed the light shine again in Frankie's eyes. "He is very detailed in his updates."
Frankie laughed in agreement and took a sip of his drinking while Hank finished prepping his. Hank joined the man at the table, figuring it didn't hurt to sit and chat with the attractive man.
Drinking his hot coco brought pleasure to his taste buds, the man in front of him brought pleasure to his eyeballs. Hank was right up Frankie's usual checklist; daddy material, worse a blonde one. Trevor is a blonde, but he didn't have the backbone Frankie could feel vibrating off the man in front of him now. His voice was hitting something pleasurable in Frankie's brain and he wanted to get his hands in the man's hair.
Hank was quieter now that he was sipping on his coffee. He got lost in thought wondering how long Frankie and Trevor had been together.
Frankie broke through his thoughts with a question. They talked for a while, they both engaged easily and it felt as though they had talked before.
Hank quickly realized he had been wrong, it will and has hurt him to sit down with the taken man. He felt his heartbeat beg, despite his brain shouting for it to quiet. He also realized his torture had just begun, he was going to Santiago's for dinner. A common event for him when he visited, it was usually a great place for him to find a new partner or one night stand.
