At Long Last

as well.
    Scotty opened his office door and flicked on the lights. He didn't bother to close the door either. He loved working in an empty office. He was hot and tired and maybe even a little hungry, but he wasn't sleepy. He didn't want to go home to his parents' house. They always asked too many questions. And until he could find a place of his own he was stuck.
    He walked to the stereo and punched the button. Instantly loud rock music blared from the speakers. Scotty smiled. Just the way he liked it. He didn't know why. He just liked loud music. Always had. His mom told him that was why he was already hard of hearing at twenty-five.
    He realized how blazing hot it was in his office then. Still wearing the suit. Man, he hated that part of the job. Really, he would much rather have found a job away from the family business. Scotty wanted no handouts. But his dad had asked, said that with him cutting back his own hours, they needed the help.
    Scotty went to his desk and sat on the edge, kicking off his shoes. Figured he might as well get comfortable. No one around to tell him he wasn't toeing the company line.
    Thoughts of Preston entered his mind, unbidden. He was supposed to be getting work done, not daydreaming about the unattainable. But damn, he'd been thinking about Pres all day. Life sure sucked some times.
    He let his thoughts drift to his favorite fantasy. Scotty would be sitting behind his desk, his slacks undone, stroking his cock. His eyes closed, he wouldn't hear Preston come into his office until he stood right next to Scotty. Then Preston would offer to take over the stroking of Scotty's cock.
    Shit, he was getting hard.
    Scotty leaned back his head, closing his eyes. The tie and collar suddenly choked him and he reached up to loosen them.
    "God, it's hot," he said aloud.
    "Yeah, it is."
    Scotty's eyelids flew open, his heart hammering in his chest. Preston stood only a few feet away. His chocolate brown eyes were focused on Scotty with what he could have sworn was lust. Scotty licked his dry lips. He had to be imagining Preston. No one else was in the office. And he sure as hell did not see desire in Preston's gaze.
    "Preston?" His own voice sounded coarse to his ears. "I...I didn't think anyone else was here."
    Preston didn't answer. He took a couple of steps closer to Scotty, stopping to stand just within Scotty's parted legs.
    "Uh." Scotty couldn't say anything else. His mouth closed, tongue frozen. Tangible desire thrummed through his veins. He didn't want to act too rashly. Didn't want to read something he wanted desperately to be there when it wasn't. Couldn't be.
    Preston reached out and ran his thumb along Scotty's bottom lip. A shiver went up Scotty's spine.
    Preston leaned forward, his breath caressing Scotty's skin. He lowered his lips, grazing Scotty's mouth. "What the hell are you doing to me?" Preston asked in the barest of whispers.

Chapter 3
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    I'm kissing a guy.
    Preston's mind wrapped around that simple fact as his lips pressed against Scott's and Scott's tongue slipped inside his mouth. His own tongue automatically reacted and tangled with the other man's.
    Scott moaned low, the sound coming out almost like a whimper, and it went straight to Preston's cock. The pounding sound of the bass blaring from Scott's stereo matched the pulsing of his erection pushing against his briefs.
    It was absolutely insane, but he wanted to fuck Scott right there on the desk. And even more insane was that kissing a guy was hot.
    Suddenly Scott pulled back, removing his tongue from Preston's mouth and pushing at Preston's shoulders. Preston felt the loss of the other man's lips like a punch in the gut.
    Scott, his face bright red, ran his hand through his blond hair and then scrubbed it over his shadowed chin. "Um, sorry, man. Lost my head there for a moment."
    Preston stared for a second or two, wondering if perhaps he'd made a mistake coming into Scott's office after all. When he'd heard the thundering music from his office he'd been surprised. Scott had left hours earlier and Preston hadn't expected him back that night. No one else should have been in the office. Hell, he shouldn't be there himself, but he'd felt such a sense of restlessness he couldn't combat, and he hadn't wanted to go home to his lonely, empty house.
    He'd first heard footsteps outside his office and almost thought a burglar had broken in until he heard the eardrum-shattering rock music coming from Scott's office. Preston