He was in a cocoon. A warm comfortable cocoon of early morning languidness. The type of morning where the sun was bright enough coming through the windows that it filled the room with a luminescent pale yellow but not so high in the sky that you couldn't block it out with a well angled pillow and the murmuring of "five more minutes". He had a companion in this cocoon: A body, a heat separate from his own. Their limbs and bodies meshed together and intertwined. Their breathes releasing meekly against each others collarbones. He could feel a hand move gentle across his body as he lay there, gliding smoothly over back, sometimes to his sides, or thighs, or against his ass pulling him tighter into the embrace. These movements where done with great familiarity as if they were in some liminal space where such boundaries where unheard of rather than just unspoken. He felt a shift in the presence next to him, a straightening out of frame, a gentle gaze that was set upon him, and a lightly callused hand that petted his side in short strokes, a rousing motion. Drearily he opened his eyes and looked into the steel blue ones of Frank Belmont, a friend from the office, though after what happened last night I guess he couldn't really call him that.
"Did you Sleep well last night," Frank asked.
"For the most part, I remember waking up a little last night," Max replied, "You were snoring".
Frank snorted, "Sorry about that," Frank said with a wry smile, "Guess I just tuckered my self out last night. You know you feel asleep pretty quickly afterwards"
"It happens, especially when I..." Max trailed off suddenly embarrassed.
"Especially after I made you come," Frank stated mischievously stage whispering it into Max's ear as he rubbed his hand over the smaller man's chest.
"If I'm being honest Max, I didn't realize you swing that way. If I had," and this he purred, "I would have snatched you up a long time ago."
"Anyway," Frank said as he slid out of bed, "I'm going to take a shower," He looked behind his shoulder with that grin of his. "You going to join me."
Max tried not to but he stared at the naked frame of his colleague. Starting from his face he followed the coif of black hair down to his broad shoulders, down the small of his black to that tight ass that he pretended he didn't notice when he was in the office. Frank was well toned, muscular with out being that beach bod jacked which tended to be a turnoff for him. Frank was also obviously enjoying the attention as his cock, (which had been soft as he had rubbed it against Max's thigh that morning), was quickly stiffening to full mast. Of course, given the view, it was safe to say Max was equally as hard.
"You go turn the water on I'll be in in a second"
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The night before
Frank stepped into what he would consider to be a high end bar in the business district of town. Tracie Fuller had just had her retirement party and the office had decided to throw the after party at the "Nado" a trendy little upscale cocktail bar with a cyclone on the sign that ripped away the "tor". A bar where the waiters wore chic black tie and bistro aprons and nothing was served with rail liquor. He wondered if he could convince Patricia in accounting that the three whiskey sours he would drink in some dim corner could be counted as a work expense.
He sauntered up to the bar where Tracie, the 68 year old retiree, was surprisingly slinging back Buttery Nipples, (aka as she told him horrifyingly one time, cock sucking cowboys), and flirting hot and heavy with the young barely legal bartender. He checked out the object of Tracie affection. Blonde, Slender frame but somewhat muscular, (must be all the heavy lifting), bit short actually maybe 5'8. He wasn't into twinks but some people enjoyed that Penthouse Pool boy Aesthetic. A perky 20 something with Rouge Red hair slung back into to a ponytail smiled at him with a flat expression."So what can I get ya"
Frank looked up at the bar list that was written in a cutesy cursive on the chalkboard above the bar. The bar true to fashion had a list of beers with fanciful names such as "Grey Goose Down" and "Nuclear Assault Dissertation" which told him nothing about the contents of the beverage. If there was one thing Frank didn't fuck with was mystery hop content, he hated IPAs. Being absolutely devoid of french lessons as a child the wine list was not any better though that being said he couldn't tell you the difference between a port and a pink moscato. He decided on hard liquor.
"I'll have a whisk..." He stopped himself Sours where alone drinking. The kind of drink he made at the end of the night when he got back to his dark empty apartment and fed "Jefro",his mewing little gremlin of a cat, a midnight snack.
"Actually, what would you recommend," Frank said trying to be charming instead of socially inept.
The bartender gave him a quick look over though he felt her eyes lingered a bit to long over his chest and arms. He got it, He worked out enough to fill out the bland button ups that where standard for the office but no one enjoyed unwanted attention especially when there just trying to get a drink.
"For you Hun, perhaps a nice Bourbon HighBall or are you more of a Cosmo kind of fella" she asked probing.
"The bourbon sounds find, I mean what do I look like Sarah Jessica Parker," He said jokingly through he wondered if his cultural knowledge was enough of a giveaway for her.
"For sure, The bourbons a specialty of mine, I'll have the right of for you, honey" She said with a wink.
Inwardly, Frank sighed but he just smiled and did a short little hand wave as the bartender mixed his drink. Looking over towards the party Tracie had just ordered a round of Blue Blazers while asking the very patient blond how he preferred to serve his tequila shots. "A Mojito please," a charming sounding voice perked up from the front of the bar. Frank looked over and saw, oh fuck, it was Max. Trying to remain cool he turned his head back to the party.
"Oh hey, Frank, I didn't expect to see you here," Max had walked up trying to start a conversation.
"What do you mean?" Frank said trying not to panic "
For fucks sake Frank it's just a conversation
".
"No offense, you just don't really seem like the party type. I never see you at corporate functions and you're kind of the only guy who doesn't sign up for the company baseball game." Max assuaged.
"
To be honest,
" Frank thought, "
all of my co-workers wearing tight pants in a locker room was not something he could handle. It would be like a lesbian at a slumber party with a lot less pillow fights.
