Chapter Fourteen

"I'm sorry for being so clumsy," Lawson said to Ria. "I had no idea I left my briefcase behind."

"It's okay," Ria said. "You must've been distracted by the whole thing with my mother."

Lawson walked over to the kitchen where his briefcase was and lifted it up to put it on the kitchen counter. He unlocked it and looked inside, flipping through some papers to check that everything was still there. Then he locked it again and headed for the door.

"Wait, Lawson," Ria called out, hand on his arm.

He spun around. "Yeah?"

She reached up towards his lips. "Kiss me and give me a good fuck before you leave," she said but he drew back from her mouth.

"I have a meeting later," he told her. "Another time, alright?"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Being a partner is hard work, Ria," he said with a smile.

"Oh, okay then," she said and walked to her door to unlock it. When the door opened, Declan was standing in front of it, finger almost at the button of her doorbell.

"Oh, I was just - " Declan began.

"Declan? Why are you here?" Ria asked.

"I'll be leaving then," Lawson said, stepping past Declan and heading for the elevators.

"Bye, Lawson!" Ria called out and he echoed her greeting. "Declan, I wasn't expecting you."

"Can I come in?" Declan asked.

Ria smiled. "Come in, come in!"

Declan entered the apartment and the door closed behind him. "So, I just wanted to tell you that I have my men surrounding your place. Your mother won't be able to get through."

"Thank you so much, it really means a lot."

"Well, unless she's not a normal mom."

"She's definitely not a normal mom," Ria laughed. "But she's nothing like the mafia. She only has power over me."

"Then it should be okay," Declan said. "If that's all, I'll be taking my leave."

Ria slung her hands over his nape and pulled him in. "Stay a while?"

But Declan shrugged out of her arms. "I'm busy, Ria," he said. "Sorry."

Ria blinked. "Oh."

Declan muttered a quick apology before he moved towards the door and opened it. Then he left without another word. Ria stood in front of her door, her mind blank. She ran through the events that occurred earlier, trying to come up with an explanation for why both men just rejected her requests for sex, but she came up empty.

What just happened?

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Declan pulled a small round table to the front of the couch and set his coffee there. He was still looking for a wider coffee table after he fought with some loser in his office over a petty issue and it shattered when the loser collapsed on top of it. Now, he had no other choice but to make do with the small coffee table. He picked up a magazine from it and flipped through, and images of women with generous breasts stared back at him. But as he flipped, he found himself spending more time looking at the images of men with wristwatches around their hands until the air around the room grew stuffy, causing him to tug on his tie. He grunted in annoyance and flipped more pages before stopping at some pictures of women in bikinis. Then he blinked away sleep from his eyes.

"Those women aren't going to get you hard, Declan," someone said and Declan jumped in his seat. His attention snapped to the door in his office and he saw Lawson closing it beside him as he stared at him with another annoying half-smile. Fury tore through him and he slapped the magazine on the temporary coffee table before he stood up, facing Lawson with a scowl on his face.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Declan said to him.

"Is there a reason why I can't be here?"

"I said," Declan said through gritted teeth. "Why the fuck are you in my office?" Lawson dropped his briefcase to the ground and shrugged out of his suit jacket, flinging it to the floor. "Why the fuck are you undressing, Lawson?"

Without a word, Lawson stepped up to him and wrapped a hand around his nape. Declan put one hand squarely on his chest, pushing it away. "Let's see how long - " Declan fisted his collar and yanked it towards him. Kissing him roughly, Declan fought between Lawson's lips and the need for more air. Ignoring his lungs, he wrestled with Lawson for his mouth. Holding onto the collar at Declan's nape, Lawson pulled his head sharply back. "Look at how wild your eyes are."

"Lawson!"

Lawson shoved Declan back with all his power, and Declan collapsed backwards into the couch. Pushing his back onto it, Lawson lowered himself to Declan's lips to bite into it before straightening his back again. His hands found the closures at Declan's pants and he undid them, tearing it down his lower half to throw it aside. Lawson pushed one of his legs outwards and put his knee inside.

"Fuck," Declan said, facepalming. "I've never done this before."

"I think it's time you come to terms with who you really are."

"No, fuck no, I can't be gay!"

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Christ," Declan said. "Have you ever done this before?"

"Of course," Lawson said with a small smile. Declan stared at him in horror. "I love to experiment. But I'm definitely straight. I just enjoy sex with anyone."

"Will it hurt?"

"At first it might, but after a while, it gets so good that you won't be able to think about anything else."

"This is insane, this is - " Declan said as Lawson sucked on one finger before lowering it down to Declan's asshole and pushing it inside. "Fuck! What the fuck - " Lawson gave a small laugh as he stuck another finger into his ass and spread both fingers out before he removed his fingers. With the same hand, Lawson pumped Declan's cock up and down in his hand and a soft moan escaped from Declan's lips.

"I love having sex with men who are doing it for the first time with another man," Lawson said, his lips still spread in a smile. His hand continued moving up and down Declan's cock and he reached his other hand out to grab his tie and pull it up towards him. Declan's face came close to Lawson as another moan left him. "Look at the pleasure on your face, Declan. For another man." Lawson trapped Declan's lips in his, pushing his tongue into his mouth slowly.

Releasing his tie, Declan fell back onto the couch, breathing ragged and face flushed. Lawson kicked his left leg aside and unzipped himself, freeing his cock. Pushing into his ass slowly, Lawson slowly ran his fingers up and down Declan's cock as his tight ass clenched on his cock. Before he was fully inside, Lawson pulled out slightly, and Declan's body shivered in pleasure. Pushing in again, Lawson fully sheathed himself this time and rubbed a finger across the tip of Declan's cock.

A hand firmly on Declan's cock, Lawson rocked his hips into Declan's ass at a slow rhythm, slowing picking up speed until he was ramming into his ass hard and both of them were out of breath. Lawson lowered himself down over Declan to deepen the fuck, one hand clutching onto his shoulder as he continued slamming into Declan. Thrusting and thrusting, the entire couch shook and the coffee table beside them toppled over, spilling the hot coffee across the floor.

"F-Fuck," Declan panted. "I'm close - "

"Me too," Lawson said as he slowed down.

"Why are you slowing down?" Declan groaned.

With one slow pull out, Lawson pumped into him slowly again before pulling out. After a few times of this, he pushed Declan's leg up to his waist and positioned himself directly above him, pounding down into him hard and quick again, building both of them towards the climax. The orgasm overtook them in seconds and Declan's hips moved along to Lawson's movement. In the next moment, Lawson collapsed on top of him.

"Well," Lawson said after some panting. "I take back what I said earlier. I'm bisexual."