Saltiness - II

Their eyes remained locked when Killian pulled away. Bran gagged lightly but held himself back. Vomiting all over the shoes of his boss is not going to be a good idea, even though he very much deserves it.

Brandon pulled away as soon as he could, and sidestepped him, creating as much distance as possible. 

It only seemed to amuse Killian. 

"Shy, ar—" 

A long creak took Brandon's attention away from his past, and he heard the footsteps come. 

A man in a suit and an earpiece in his head ended, keeping his attention on Killian he said, "sir, they are waiting for you—" 

Light flooded in, it was dim, but it was an exit that was provided to him. As the bodyguard continued talking, Brandon took it as an opportunity to sleep outside and away from his boss.

"Wallace!" 

Branded ignored the voice that called his name and threw himself in the lift, pressing the button of the reception like his arse was on fire. 

He did not take another breath that was not heavy until he was finally out of the building and was away from it at least a block. It was only then when he actually tried to catch his breath. 

What, he thought, the actual hell was that? What the fuck just happened?

For some reason, well, there was only one reason, his mouth still felt salty and sticky. Feeling of disgusting rose, making him grimace in public without a care. He found the nearest subway station, the tube until it was finally stopped and climbed out of their underground system 

Brandon did not stop making an uncomfortable face until he was in his apartment. His feelings showed on his facial expressions, and he did not give a shit about it. He gargled, washed his mouth with some toothpaste and a brush, before repeating the process five times until he felt his teeth be squeaky clean.

"What the fuck," he stared at himself in the mirror, finding it unable to meet his own eyes, happened. "What the fucking fuck?" 

He had given a blowjob to a man, a man. Cock and balls were in his mouth, inside him, and he came in his mouth too. 

A man. 

A fucking man. 

God dammit, this was the worst thing ever happened to him. He had never felt himself to be attracted to anyone who is not a girl. He fucked girls and that was it. Only women, never men. He had never initiated a threesome with anyone else. Yet, he was there, at the top of the Empire State building, giving a blowjob to a man he did not know and had just seen for the first time.

He felt disgusted. He watched as he swallowed something, his Adam's apple moved, and he knew that was the same thing that had followed his thick semen. 

That was not the first part yet, feeling disgust with himself was not something he had felt for the first time. The worst part was when Monday was going to arrive, and he would have to work in the same building as Killian archer. 

That was what scared him.