Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.
ONLY TEMPORARY
Chapter 1: White Shirt
I met Joshua Dawson in college but we were not really part of the same circles.
We were friendly but we were not friends.
He was spending most of his time with his teammates and hanging around with the popular jocks, while I was better off with the girls and the gays from the drama club.
Still, I had always thought of Josh as one of the decent guys.
I never caught him saying a gay slur and he was pretty faithful to his girlfriend at the time.
When all his mates were fucking around, Josh was staying on his lane.
I am certain that it was not for lack of demands since he was one of the hottest guys on campus.
In all fairness, his good looks were the main reason why I remembered him so well about ten years later.
I had followed what he had become from afar, we had seen each other once or twice in the years following our graduation, but by 2025, I had lost track of where he was.
That was until I had a video call with Sabrina Barthel.
She was the head of internal communications at one of the largest marketing firms in the country, - which is to say, she was in charge of marketing the marketing firm -, and she had reached out to me following my work at another, yet smaller, agency.
I was a freelance consultant helping companies reduce their environmental impact.
Basically, I would spend a few months in their offices advising them and designing tools and processes so they could limit the carbon footprint of their daily operations.
I initially decided to follow this path because I really care about the cause, but I have to say that over the years, I realized that most of the time, companies wanted to "show" their clients that they were green, rather than make substantive changes.
Hence, why I was not surprised that the person in charge of the reputation of the firm was the one contacting me.
Fairly quickly in the interview, I understood that Sabrina Barthel had no interest in the environment whatsoever but she was very into having my name alongside a list of "every action taken by YourVeryBestMarketing (YVBM) towards sustainability" attached to their website.
I was not thrilled by another bullshit mission on the other side of the country so I quoted fees which were well above my usual rates.
Generally, my missions involved temporary relocation for the time necessary to complete the job, which further justified my unwillingness to accept any random project coming my way.
Surprisingly, though, Sabrina Barthel was keen to agree to my proposal right away.
Her only condition was that I would accept a role limited to recommendations and that I should focus solely on "reasonable actions without any significant impact on the company's budget, processes, profitability, cost-effectiveness..."
In short, I had to accept that I would have no real power of action and be paid a fortune to do nothing.
"Given your rates, we're thinking a couple months mission should be feasible for us." She spoke.
Why two months? Why not just one or a full year? I had not even properly assessed the situation and what I would need to do to help them.
I replied that I would have to think about it and thankfully, Sabrina was in no hurry.
She had done what the C.E.O. had asked of her for now, meaning taking the first step in making the company look greener.
I was currently living in Nashville, Tennessee, and the job was in Denver, Colorado.
Being perpetually single - yes, even at 33, I had only had a few short-lived relationships - I had nothing to keep me there.
That being said, Denver would not have been my first choice to move.
I was honestly about to turn down the tempting offer for something more meaningful and closer to home when I stumbled across an interesting piece of information on the company's website.
Or rather, an interesting face!
There he was, head of legal of this nearly 500 employees' company, Joshua Dawson and his gorgeous green eyes!
I had not seen him in years and I was glad to note that he had matured just like fine wine.
It is so sad when men reach their peaks in college.
Josh was a stunner back then, but he was even sexier now, with the neatly trimmed beard he was sporting, the trendy glasses, and the intentionally messy dark hair.
He simply looked smart and well put together.
Even with his shirt on, you could tell that he had not lost any of his ripped footballer body.
I remembered Josh as being tall, and he certainly still was, but the broad shoulders were even broader, the biceps looked even better, and the pecs seemed ready to burst out of that formal white shirt.
Okay, maybe this was my vivid imagination talking on that one...
Just seeing the official company portrait gave me an instant boner.
They sure knew how to market their staff at the YVBM!
Joshua was the general counsel but he looked like a proper advertising model.
I would have bought anything the man was selling.
I think my pressing hard-on was mostly due to the memory that the picture brought back to me.
Once, at a frat party where I had somehow been invited to, I had found myself in the middle of a beer pong challenge.
Or rather, a strip beer pong challenge, involving half of the football team.
Back then, Josh had deliciously lost the game and shamelessly stripped entirely nude in front of his teammates and dozens of other students.
He wandered around the crowded room, grabbing his cock and balls to hide his junks, but those seemed way too large and meaty to be concealed that way.
We all got a tempting sneak peek.
The naked parade had lasted less than a minute but it had left me with a striking memory and countless hours of masturbation material.
My sexual experience was fairly limited back then which made this moment even more important to me.
If I had any doubt before, I was definitely and one hundred percent gay.
I was still kicking myself for not taking a closer look and pretending to be appalled by the sight like the rest of my class.
I had barely caught his hairy, peachy butt disappearing behind a towel that one of his teammates, probably jealous of the attention Josh was getting, had handed him.
Luckily, I had seen his furry chest on several different occasions, as the football team was known to celebrate their wins shirtless after the games, which was better than nothing.
In all honesty, the shirtless jocks were the only reason I had ever been interested in the sport.
Damn... I wondered if his chest had gotten even furrier now.
He did seem hairy on the website's photograph.
I searched for Joshua Dawson on the Internet and realized that I was already following him on Instagram but since he was rarely ever posting, he had disappeared from my algorithm.
Unfortunately, there was no shirtless photo in his feed, and his bio mentioned the name of a girl with a ring emoji.
"Jennifer Dawson."
Lucky bitch!
