James studied his watch, groaned and grabbed the final swigs of black ink that his secretary swore was coffee. He was finished waiting on his six-o'clock appointment. It was now seven-thirty. The last call had said he was fifteen minutes away; that was thirty-minutes ago. He pulled his long, lean arms into the pinstripe jacket and locked up his high-rise office. When he reached the elevator and greeted the janitor and pulled his hat onto his head.
"Another late night; huh." Gavin pressed the elevator button and leaned on the end of the mop that was plunged deep into soapy suds.
"Yes, but it wasn't by choice. Got stood up," James muttered.
"Oh? Making dinner dates at the office now, Mister Tucker?" Gavin lifted a brow.
James laughed. "No. I don't think that would go over well. I had a client call and reassure me they'd be available at six, then they called and said, six-fifteen. Needless to say it is now obvious he didn't want to do business with us."
The elevator came to a stop and the door opened. James stepped out, followed by Gavin. The two men walked down the hall and Gavin lifted his hand to the security guard at the desk. "I'll get it, take a seat," he told the officer.
James watched Gavin unlock the building and pull the door open. "At least the night is young. You can get home, catch the game and kick back a couple of beers."
James laughed. "Nah., I think I'll head over to the bar. They have a bigger TV than I do."
Gavin chuckled and waved good bye. He watched the young lawyer make his way across the street and then down the sidewalk. He followed him until he was no longer visible under the iridescent lighting of the city.
"You know you should just ask him out."
Gavin turned to Daniel and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but he just got over that thing with that guy out in California. Doug or Duke, something like that. I heard the ladies talking about it when they were leaving the bathroom last week."
"So," Daniel said, opening a can of soda and taking a drink. "Everyone loses someone and eventually finds someone else. I did. Sherrie and I never would have found each other, if she hadn't gotten dumped by that ass she was dating, up on the fifth floor. Besides, you don't really work together. You clean toilets. He cleans wallets."
Gavin's laughter echoed through the lower lobby. "This is true. I'll head to the bar and see if he's around when I'm finished up here." He pushed the mop bucket toward the men's room. "Well, don't move to fast," Daniel said.
"Jesus Dan, make up your mind. Hit on him or not?" Gavin rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm gonna finish up. You keep the fort down."
The two men did their own jobs. Daniel took several tours of the floor he was stationed on and two more above him, waving to a few others that frequented the building. He touched base with the third floor security guard and then watched Gavin reappear in clean jeans and a black T-shirt. "If you go home tonight alone, it will be no one's fault but your own."
Gavin laughed. "You only say that because I'm gay and you know I'll not make a pass at you."
Daniel chuckled and unlocked the front door. "You're a great guy Gavin and even if it isn't with the stiff lipped lawyer, I do hope you have fun tonight."
"Thanks, Dan."
Gavin left and heard the door lock behind him. He darted across the street, taking the same route James had taken. He rounded the corner and wiped his palms down on his dark jeans. His fingers smoothed down his gray and white locks that curled around his neck. When he passed the bar window, he saw James drinking and tossing darts at a board, tacked to the north wall.
Music pumped through speakers that were unseen and Gavin made his way to James's side. "Hey there, how'd they do?" he asked the lawyer, now free of the striking business suit.
James turned and grinned. His arm wrapped around Gavin's shoulder and he squeezed it. "The home team lost, but I'm doing pretty good here." He released Gavin and sent another dart into the center of the target.
"Great. I'm glad you're still here. I haven't been here in a while and thought I'd swing in here and see if you were around. I'm gonna grab a drink. You want one?" Gavin asked.
"Sure, I'll come with ya though, I'm done here."
The two men moved to the bar and ordered two beers. Both were handed cold bottles and a couple of paper napkins. They then moved to a table, one of the few that were empty and grabbed a seat. "All done for the week?" James asked Gavin, his gaze shifting from the man across from him to his drink. He was glad to see Gavin show up and was still feeling the effect of having had him close to him.
"Yep, no more for me till Monday. What about you, are you going in tomorrow?" Gavin tipped his beer back and felt James's eyes on his throat. He slowed his sipping and pictured how it would look to James as the liquid slid down and his muscles worked it.
James eyes traveled the path the hidden liquor took. He felt his cock jerk and his fingers curled around the neck of the beer bottle. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he'd not answered Gavin's question. "Oh, sorry," he answered, shaking off the thoughts that had been running through his head. "I'm off all week actually. That last client didn't show up. If they had, it had meant coming back in Monday and working out more details. Thanks to him, I'm going to head to the lake and do some fishing."
"Sounds like fun," Gavin answered back and finished his beer. "Do you have a place on a lake outside of town?"
"Nah, camping." James told him.
"Now that sounds like fun. I haven't camped in years." Gavin lifted his arm and asked for another round of drinks.
