Alec stood at the water fountain gazing out over the office. Clusters of partitions with small industrious groups spread out before him. He could see the odd acts of gossip mongering here and there, certain people who always had something to say about someone else. Alec didn’t get involved; he kept to himself as much as possible, choosing to mix only with his immediate team. There were a lot of things about Alec that the gossip-mill would avidly share given the chance. The first of which was Hamilton - a vision on the field and as incredibly breath-taking as ever, but it seemed, far too interested in something other than Alec.
It was a hopeless cause. Rick Hamilton was smart, sexy and ridiculously successful for his age. He would never be interested in Alec. There was no evidence the man had inclinations of that nature. He probably had some hot, supermodel girlfriend tucked away somewhere to hang on his every word. Alec was sure he’d hang on Hamilton’s every word if the man paid him enough attention. He did already in a work capacity. Rick Hamilton was Alec’s Line Manager, cool, calm and completely oblivious to Alec’s crush. Half the office swooned and scraped at Hamilton’s feet. Why on earth, would he need Alec?
Alec sighed, what he wouldn’t give for a kiss from that man. Six feet of lightly muscled gorgeousness wrapped up in silky olive skin. The muscle definition was clear through the closely fitted shirts he wore that Alec had peeked on the rare occasion Hamilton had been without his suit jacket. His hair was fair, not blonde, but not mousey. Eyes blue. Not a special kind of blue, every day blue. But to Alec they were still the bluest, blue that cut through his calm and left him flustered whenever they rested on him. A bit like right now in fact. Fuck, caught staring again. That was three times this week.
Hamilton smiled at Alec and he had to stifle a groan. God, did that man have any idea of the effect he had on him? He flushed as Hamilton continued to watch him. However much he wanted to, Alec couldn’t look away. Those blue eyes seemed to undress him as they scanned his body and returned to his face with another quirk of the beautiful lips. If Hamilton kept staring, Alec would embarrass himself by shooting a load, right there at the water fountain, full cup still in his hand. Definite cock swell happening.
The thought was enough to shake him out of his daydream. He slugged back the water, and high-tailed it to the bathroom.
Fuck, what an idiot. A stupid…pathetic… virgin…idiot. Perhaps if the last part hadn’t been true he’d have had the courage to talk to his boss a little, gage whether the man was interested. But what was the point? It wasn’t as if Alec would know what to do with the man should the heavens open and the miracle that Hamilton be interested, descend. Alec Caldwell, investment manager for a large, respectable corporation, and twenty-four year old virgin. He’d had plenty of opportunities but none that appealed enough to push him through the barrier into manhood. He was obviously defective.
But he didn’t feel defective right now, locked in the cubicle, jerking off to the image of those every day blue eyes cutting through his layer of cool. Right now, he felt every tug on his never-used-for-its-purpose, rock hard cock. His hand braced against the cherry wood partition and he opened his mouth with a silent cry as he came onto the tissue apron over his knees. Yes, Alec Caldwell was a pathetic, virgin, idiot indeed.
Perhaps he should pay a hooker to show him the ropes. But that wouldn’t work. He’d tried a few times with that idea but could never carry it through. This time would likely be no different. He lacked conviction, had always been terrible at making decisions about his personal life. What he needed was a miracle of some description, at the very least, a knight in shining armour to take the reins and lead the way.
Oh well. Back to work.
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