"This is not your problem Bru! Stay out of this." Dr. Waylon Davis took off his glasses and rubbed his blue eyes without looking at his kid brother, Bruno Davis.
"You are the best neurosurgeon in this country right now, Way! You have been featured on all medical journals and 30 to watch under 30 list. All this can't just go away because of one lawsuit." Bru looked up from the documents he was scrutinising and making notes from them.
"It's a question on my judgement and treatment, Bru. And now the press is questioning my age and maturity to handle such cases. After almost 100 surgeries, I am suddenly a 28 year old kid." Way started scrolling through social media about his negligence lawsuit.
"STOP! You remember what Dad said, no scrolling any media discussion about the case. He wants you to be neutrally truthful and not defend anything that has been said or typed or whatever." Bru snatched the phone away from Way and pocketed it.
"How do they think I would know that the patient was the only heir of a recently murdered tycoon and was supposed to take over a multi-billion dollar conglomerate? I didn't even pay attention to these words till now, I am a surgeon GODDAMN! Not a lawyer or an accountant!" Way slammed the spiral bound stack of documents he was going through on the table angrily.
"Hey! I am an accountant and Dad is a lawyer, so stop hurting people who love you and are helping you here." Bru smiled at Way like they were kids again and Way smiled back and made a peace sign, touching it to his chest.
"Look Bro! I have contacted Ignis ... you remember Ignis Castro, my school best friend. He is a PI now and works for big legal firms. I pinged him and will talk to him tonight to get some background checks on this situation."
"Ignis... I remember him... I remember you guys were fourteen when I left for college, he had come to help pack. When was that ... almost 11 years?" Way smiled, memory of the dark, black haired and brown eyed thin small Ignis coming to his mind.
"I think you didn't meet him later, Igs glowed up big time in high school." Bru, surfed through his phone and showed Way pictures of Ignis and him in some bar and pictures from a hiking trip, Bru with his fiancée Kia and Ignis... alone. Ignis looked exactly how Way remembered him when they met almost 6 years ago, at their home town.
Way was visiting for his break after five years from medical school between completing his degree and moving to London for Masters in Neurosurgery. Ignis, still as handsome as he remembered, his skin a beautiful warm beige and honey, shorter than the Davis brothers at 5 '10' with an athletic model physique. "Ya! I know how he looks." Way smiled.
"What's with gay people and looking at all good-looking men as if it's Grindr? He is like a brother to me, so lay off!" Bru locked his phone shaking his head and started looking through the documents.
A flash of memory of Ignis, laying under him on his childhood bed, the difference in their complexion and physical built stark but complimenting, his dark brown eyes almost black with passion, his lips swollen with kissing, his flat six packs and square chest covered with a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed and dark as he moved and moaned under Way. 'Ya! I remember Ignis!' Way thought, this case was about to be a bit bearable for him.
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"Huh! Huh!" The small junior paralegal was grunting with pleasure as Ignis rammed his covered dick in and out of him. He had him bent over in the small corporate gym shower cubicle, wearing a shirt, jacket and tie, naked under it with his socks and black shoes still on. Ignis didn't even bother to take his pants off completely, it pooled at his ankles and he ensured that the lube didn't drip on it. He looked down as his dark cock moved in and out of the white bubble butt of the 20 something boy who may be a couple of years younger to him, the red head turned around and his lips were red and pupils dilated. "Fuck! Fuck me harder Mario!" he hissed through clenched teeth. They still fall for Mario, Ignis laughed soundlessly. All you have to be is Latino and you can easily sail through as a Lopez and a Mario.
This one here, was practically spraying pheromones when Ignis spotted him in the bar where the suits went to chill every night. A couple of drinks, a couple of days of texting and dick-pics and now this. He was stupid enough to get on with practically a stranger and that too by tail-gating him into his workplace. Ignis took pictures of them and pocketed the phone.
Ignis thought about Rubin, his Personal Trainer, a large 6'2' muscular Bear Top to keep an erection. He was a bottom and liked his ass taken, but what was happening in this cubicle was purely professional. He wanted inside the office and now all he needed to do was get to the printing room and get what he wanted. This was actually easy-peasy. He grabbed a handful of the bubble butt cheeks each with his hands leaving red finger prints on them, lemon squeezy, he smiled.
Suddenly the image of Way replaced Rubin, white, 6 '3, red hair, large quarterback physique, and blue eyes covered in glasses with that beautiful toothy smile which he kept giving him all night, all those years ago. The memory getting him harder than ever and making the twink whimper under him. Bru had called him in the morning and wanted to talk about Way, since then he couldn't stop thinking about their encounter.
He had gone to meet Bru, this was their second year away from home and each other after almost 14 years of being best friends. It was Way who opened the door, looking handsome as ever in black cut-offs and grey gym shorts, he wasn't wearing anything under it and was sporting a post nap woody. His hair a mess, eyes small behind those sexy glasses and a soft musky and minty fragrance emanating from him.
"Hey! Didn't know you were visiting." Ignis faltered, suddenly feeling like a 14 years old kid who had a crush on his best friend's 17 years old college big brother.
"Hey! Ahh... Who are you?" Way looked at him, his eyes almost closed still groggy.
"Way! This is me, Ignis. Bru's friend." Ignis took a step back ready to run away, feeling flushed and stupid.
"Fuck Man! You look good... like super good. What did you do?" He gave a bark-like laugh and hugged Ignis, unaware that his semi hard dick was burning holes in Ignis's chinos.
"Are you still gay?" Ignis went for it, looking into Way's blue eyes and touching his biceps. Way smiled and pulled him in. Used Ignis's body to shut the door, trapped him between his large body and the door as he kissed him pushing his tongue for Ignis to suck.
Ignis kissed back, he knew he looked good and this was his chance to see what can happen between him and his childhood crush. He knew Way was gay but after he had moved out and felt like he would never get a chance, so this was it, he thought and made this bold slut move, which was paying off quite nicely.
"Huh!" he came grunting in the condom but continued fucking till he heard the cutie cum by jerking off and extracted himself. He took off the condom, cleaned himself with the TP and handed some to the twink.
"That was the best sex in years. You guys know to fuck!" The Junior Paralegal said as they got dressed.
'YOU GUYS!' Ignis thought as he walked out of the cubicle first, nodding his head and smiling. 'Ya right... us! You should have seen me and Way, you guys can fuck too, if you wanted.' He thought and smiled.
Ignis, hid the stack of papers in a garbage bag under the spare tire and shut the trunk and got in the car. He adjusted the back mirror out of habit and drove off the parking lot. He parked at the empty side street, abandoned the car and got in his own hatchback. He sent the location and picture of the car with the documents and then disposed of the burner phone. He drove away from the spot and waited for his clients to get the car and documents picked, which they did. The fact that they knew where to find the key was the password. His unmarked phone beeped as the money was wired to his suspense account. He waited for them to leave and then drove off the street towards his apartment.
"Hey Bro!" He called Bru on his car phone, Bru voice filling the small car.
"Hola Hermano!" Ignis smiled as if they were on FaceTime, his teeth white straight besides his slight bunny front teeth, "Hey Brother!"
