This story contains m/m relationships and sex scenes.
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When Monday rolled around Jon headed into town early. His smartest suit didn't feel all that comfortable, he was far too used to jeans and t-shirts, but he had to try and look the part, even though he had no idea what he was letting himself in for. When Ross had seen him dressed up like that the look in his eyes said Jon looked good, but then Ross was a little biased, and would probably have preferred to get him out of the suit.
The office was huge, modern with lots of dark stone floors and walls but still light thanks to the fact that the huge foyer was fronted entirely in glass. Jon took a breath to steady himself and walked towards the front desk and the security guards there. He was intercepted by another man in a suit, probably in his early forties, an open and smiling face that made Jon feel comfortable immediately.
"Jon?" the man asked.
"Yes. Are you Matt?"
"Yes. Thanks for being on time. Usually we start at 9, but I wanted to make sure I could meet you."
"I really appreciate this. Don't know how it happened, but I do appreciate it."
Matt laughed again. "I have to say, we don't normally hire people this way. But it is only six weeks until you go back to college, and you aren't going to get to running the company in that time. Let's get you upstairs to a desk and I can sort some things for you to do before I have to go meet the management team."
"How is this place run then? It gets spoken about as a family firm, but I don't suppose they do all that much."
Matt gave him an odd look. "The Arcans do work here, come to board meetings, oversee projects. They are heavily involved, but the day-to-day running is down to four managers, each of us heading up a specific area. I'm charged with finance and business infrastructure, so your kind of area which is why I got the call."
Jon didn't think the other man saw his look of surprise as he was leading him into the lift. This man was so senior he had no idea how or why he was here with him. As they travelled up in the lift he wondered if he could ask, and figured there wasn't any reason not to.
"I didn't realise you were so important. Not to sound rude, but who has the power to have you hire some bloke off the street.
Matt looked amused. "You really have no idea, do you?" He paused while the lift came to a stop and opened into another large reception area, this time all light coloured marble. "Look familiar?" he said, pointing at two large pictures on the wall.
Jon drew in a sharp breath. The names under the pictures made the answer to his question very clear. Sam Arcan and Tilly Arcan. To him, the man who had pinned him to the side of a delivery vehicle, and the kind woman who had offered him this job and got him together with Ross. He had a lot to thank her for.
"Shit!" he let out under his breath, not quiet enough that Matt didn't hear him.
"I assume that answers your question?" he said with a smile. "It was a rather unusual request, even for her, but I have more sense than to argue with an Arcan."
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Jon's head was spinning after a day of trying to find his way around the huge open-plan office and learning systems and procedures. He was glad that what he would be doing was relatively simple and used skills he had learned at university. Obviously he was doing grunt work but it was a lot more useful than driving.
The biggest shock of today was still finding out that the Arcans were the ones who had stopped his truck. His mind kept running over what had happened, but no matter how many times he thought about it he really had no idea how or why they had done it. If they really ran a huge company like this then what the hell were they doing going all special forces on him at the side of the road? Recovering missing persons didn't seem like normal industrial espionage, and even if it was that they'd be unlikely to be doing it themselves.
If he'd not been desperate to get back to Ross he might have dwelt on that a bit further, but one night had not been enough and he needed more of Ross's touches, and even though he was a little sore, he needed that cock inside him again. Normally he wasn't desperate to get back home, but today he had a very good reason and he was smiling as he rushed to get back to his lover.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" he called as he got through the door.
Ross was sat watching tv on the sofa but looked at him and laughed.
"Bet you've always wanted to say that!"
"Not always, but most of today. Mind you, I've been looking forward to my welcome home kiss a lot more."
"Oh really? You'd better come get it then," Ross teased. "Don't take your jacket off."
Jon stopped removing it and walked over to Ross, deciding to straddle him and claim the kiss he wanted. The two of them took time to explore and reconnect, even though they had only been apart for a few hours. Ross liked the way Jon had sat on him and grabbed handfuls of his backside to pull him closer.
"I like you in this suit. I want to strip you out of it slowly, but after dinner. I cooked."
Jon smiled and raised an eyebrow. "You can cook as well as make love to me for hours? I'm going to have to keep you around!"
"You'd have to chase me off with a stick to get rid of me now baby," Ross replied, seriously.
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It was a short dinner. Jon nearly regretted not making more of an effort to be appreciative of the food because it was really good, but the lustful looks Ross was giving him through their meal meant that he barely paid attention to what was going in his mouth. It wasn't what he really wanted, by any means. He was aware that those looks were not one way either, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off Ross for very long when all he could think about was what they would be doing after dinner.
"I made pudding too," Ross said as he cleared their plates, "but I can't wait any longer."
He fell to his knees at the side of Jon, their faces and bodies close but not enough. They both moved to close the gap though, soft moans coming from each at the first touch of their lips, and both feeling that they couldn't get enough of the other. Ross broke the kiss eventually, his hand stroking through Jon's dark hair for a moment while he got his breath back.
"I need to get you out of that suit baby. Come with me."
Jon followed, just as eager as Ross to be getting naked, especially if it led to more of what he had experienced last night. He really didn't think he could get enough of being touched and kissed by this man and he hoped he never had to stop. From when they had spoken though he was confident that Ross felt the same way and that was enough to be sure this would last a while.
He came to a halt by his bed and saw the look of lust still on Ross's face as his eyes raked up and down Jon's body. The look would have stripped him of his clothes if such a thing was possible.
"You have no idea what that look does for me," Ross murmured. "I didn't think it was possible for you to get any sexier, but I was proved wrong this morning, and I've spent all day thinking about getting you out of that suit to make love to you again."
"So what's stopping you?" Jon asked, slightly impatient for something to start.
"Just savouring the moment," Ross replied with a grin.
Then he moved, close to Jon but not touching him. Even that made Jon's breathing hitch, his body humming with the desire to be touched, his cock hardening further by the moment. The first gentle touch of his lover's hands, sliding under the sides of the jacket to push it off his shoulders and moving up his chest and down his arms slowly while doing it made him shiver and moan.
Ross undid the tie while peppering Jon's face with soft kisses, not letting him catch hold of his lips for anything intense. Jon turned to try and mate their lips properly but he found he was being avoided, and he gave up, allowing Ross to do what he wanted. He freed his hands, letting the jacket drop to the floor, uncaring that it would crease since it freed him to hold Ross loosely, not to interfere with what was going to be done.
The first buttons on Jon's shirt came undone quickly but then Ross slowed, spreading the shirt apart and licking and kissing over the skin that was revealed. Jon's scent filled his nostrils, not sweat but a sweetness that turned Ross on even more, forcing him to open the shirt further to attack first nipples and then armpits as the shirt tangled around Jon's waist. Ross groaned as he pulled the remainder of it off and pushed Jon back to the wall, his arms over his head.
Pinned to the wall, Jon wondered if he might come just from the treatment he was getting right now. His wrists were held above his head while Ross licked and kissed at his underarms. He'd never thought this could be erotic, strangely enough, but anything Ross did just made him moan. He was glad of the support, leaning back against the surface even though he was concerned he might slide down to the floor at any moment.