Chapter 10

He loves the cock

Beckett had seen it as well, of course. “You wore that to work?”

Doug started unzipping them both, pushing impatiently at the fabric of their trousers. “You’re denying it?”

Beckett gasped as Doug pushed warm hands down inside his briefs. “Goes without saying,” he mimicked back. “I’ve got the second interview soon, Doug. The job’s not been finally confirmed yet.”

“Plenty of time. Get on the desk.”

Beckett obeyed very swiftly, very satisfactorily. He hitched himself up to sit on the desk top, his feet off the floor. Doug wriggled forward between Beckett’s spread thighs. His fingers still probed greedily down the cleft of Beckett’s arse, but with his free hand he started to rummage in the box of belongings beside Beckett. Out came stationery items, technical manuals, a spare keyboard, lube—

“Lube?” Doug chuckled. With confidence borne of regular practice, he unscrewed the top with one hand and squeezed out some gel.