Ranger - Jericho’s Boys #4 - ch. 6 pt2 (Patreon)

Hopefully i didn't miss any D wordsSeven Seven’s pulse skyrocketed, heat racing south. He pretended to look for something in his desk for a solid minute just so he didn’t look too obvious to the others wandering back from the seminar. Most of them were in their own world, laughing about the ridiculous videos or commiserating about how much work they needed to catch up on. The other interns were trying to convince one of the older attorneys to take them to the sushi restaurant across the street for a ‘working’ lunch. Seven didn’t know much about the woman other than that she was a shark in her specialty—Maritime Law—and that she looked like a Norwegian swimsuit model. Her name was Selma, and most of the men on the floor were terrified of her. Seven included. Maybe it was because she seemed to get a perverse joy out of making them look stupid in meetings? But in a bizarre twist, she loved the interns. Seven dipped out of the bullpen before someone attempted to rope him into going to an early lunch with them. He felt like a criminal skulking down the west wing hallway to the third to last door on the left. The one labeled supply closet. He tried not to look suspicious as he tried the knob, relief flooding him as it gave easily. Once inside, though, the tension returned. The room smelled like toner, and the bubble gum scented soap they used in all the bathroom dispensers. There were boxes of copy paper and metal shelves filled with everything from legal pads and pens to laptops waiting to be wiped clean and repurposed for some new employees. Was he really going to fool around with Enzo in a closet? Had it really come to that?His breath caught as the door opened, Enzo slipping inside. The moment he saw him, all rational thought fled, replaced by a desperate hunger that had been clawing at him for months. As Enzo stalked towards him, Seven backed away, letting him crowd him up against the back wall until they were touching from chest to thigh. Seven’s arms looped around his neck as Enzo’s hands landed on his hips, squeezing in a gesture Seven found oddly comforting. Enzo pressed his forehead to his. “You sure about this?” They were both already breathing hard, Seven’s heart was in his throat, his blood rushing in his ears. “Am I sure I want to let you get me off in a supply closet? It’s not my finest hour, but I’m sure I’ll recover.” Enzo laughed softly, still smiling when his mouth found Seven’s, tongue teasing its way past his lips. Seven whined, trying to somehow get even closer, wishing he could somehow crawl inside him. Did other people feel this feral over someone’s scent, the heat of their skin below their palms, the way they breathed dirty words into their mouth as they kissed? Enzo’s hands closed around Seven’s ass cheeks, laughing against his lips when Seven squeaked in embarrassment. That sound became a desperate moan as Enzo’s thigh slipped between his, dragging Seven’s cock against the hard muscle.“If we were home right now, I’d make you ride my thigh until you came, then edge you until you begged me to let you come,” Enzo said between kisses. “Hnf,” was all Seven managed as Enzo forced him down onto his thigh once more. “Your body knows you’re mine,” he said, breaking the kiss to press his lips behind his ear. “Not to be dramatic, but if you shoot me down again after this, I might actually fling myself off the roof.”Seven’s head thunked against the wall, tipping his head to give Enzo access to more of his neck. His hands tangled in Enzo’s dark tresses. It was so soft. “Make sure you jump off the North balcony, I like to drink my tea in the South courtyard. Seeing your splattered corpse would be a real downer to me-time.” “So mean,” Enzo said, nipping his earlobe, then dragging his tongue along the hollow of his throat. “You-oh, fuck, do that again,” Seven gasped, grinding down on Enzo’s thigh as he bit his chin. “You’re the one acting like a total tease,” he managed, then moaned low as Enzo’s tongue dipped into his ear. Why was that fucking hot? His hands dropped to his shoulders, letting himself palm over Enzo’s chest. He wanted him naked again. Wanted to take his time and explore every inch of skin, wanted to map every tattoo, taste his skin on his tongue. He’d never wanted anyone the way he did this infuriating man. “Me? You’ve been tormenting me for months,” Enzo panted against his ear. “Looking like you do, smiling at me, leaving me flirty little notes, teasing me on Slack. Do you know how many times I jerk off a day now because of you? If you don’t give in soon, I might need some kind of intervention.” Seven groaned as Enzo scraped his teeth along the tendon just beneath his collar. “If you give me a hickey where someone can see it, I’m gonna put a glitter bomb in your incoming mail. Good luck explaining why all your filings look like you hired Tinkerbelle.” “All I’m hearing is you say I can mark you up as long as nobody sees it,” Enzo countered, making short work of the top few buttons of Seven’s shirt so he could tug it to the side and latch his mouth to Seven’s skin, sucking with enough force to bruise. Seven was painfully hard, cock throbbing, tip leaking into his underwear. He was going to have a permanent zipper shaped scar if Enzo didn’t stop forcing him to grind down on him. “Fuck, how are you always so good at this?” “This?” Enzo asked, biting along his jaw. “Or this?” He flexed his thigh, dragging another pathetic sound from him. “Both…either. Fuck, I can’t think when your mouth is on me.” “That’s too bad,” Enzo said, voice full of mock sympathy. “I was just about to give you my oral arguments.” “That seemed way less lame via text,” Seven managed, hands scrabbling blindly for the metal shelves as Enzo dropped to his knees then went for Seven’s button and zipper. Enzo groaned, letting Seven’s pants fall around his ankles. “You liar. You said you weren’t wearing underwear.” “Take them off, then I won’t be lying,” Seven said, pushing Enzo’s face against the rigid outline of his cock where it tented his underwear. Enzo’s tongue pressed to the wet spot on the fabric. “Already wet for me. Just like last time,” he murmured, freeing Seven from his boxer briefs. “Fuck, your cock is just as pretty as you are.” “That’s—hnf, fuck.” Enzo’s mouth closed over the tip, tongue swirling in a way that had Seven’s head spinning. “Please, don’t tease me.” Enzo hummed then swallowed him down, encasing him in the tight wet heat of his mouth. Seven cried out, his hands finding Enzo’s hair, not sure if he was trying to pull him off or push him down. “Oh, fuck…your mouth…that’s so…fuck…Oh, God…Oh, God…Oh, my…what are you doing to me?” Enzo did something complicated with his tongue, then swallowed around him, his throat tightening mercilessly until Seven’s toes were curling and he was all but trying to tear Enzo’s hair out at the root. Seven could already feel himself losing, spine tingling, heat flooding his belly. Enzo pulled off, chest heaving as he said, “Fuck my mouth until you come.” “Jesus Christ,” Seven nodded, thoughts hazy, his body telling him to say whatever he needed in order to get his mouth back on him. Still, he heard himself say, “Only if you jerk yourself off while you do it.” Enzo held his gaze as he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, plunging his hand inside, eyes rolling as he closed his fist around his own aching cock, stroking it without any real finesse. “Look who’s the sub now?” Seven managed, pulling Enzo’s mouth back towards his cock. “You look so good on your knees for me.” Enzo took him to the root, moaning around him as he jerked himself. Every time he hollowed his cheeks, Seven swore he saw fireworks explode behind his eyes. He wanted him to fuck his throat. Fuck, he could do that. He tightened his fingers in his hair, rolling his hips, movements stuttering each time the man gagged around him, sending shots of lightning through his blood. “I’m not gonna last. It’s been too long and your fucking mouth feels so good,” he warned, refusing to look at him. If he did it would be over. It was about to be over anyway. For all his teasing, Seven could feel himself passing the point of no return. He couldn’t stop himself from saying, “I’m gonna come. Please can I come? Please?” Enzo’s moan was the only confirmation Seven got before his hips jerked and he came, shoving the heel of his own hand into his mouth to muffle his cries. Enzo worked him through the aftershocks, licking at him until he hissed from oversensitivity. Before he could even slip free of Enzo’s mouth, the older man was curling in on himself, groaning around Seven’s softening cock as he spilled over his own fist. When Seven slipped free, he slid down the wall, his legs splaying on either side of Enzo where he sat back on his haunches, both of them trying to catch their breaths. When they made eye contact with each other, they both laughed, then fell quiet. After a minute, Enzo grabbed a pack of paper towels from the bottom shelf beside them, pulling some free then cleaning them both off. Seven huffed out a humorless laugh. “Who says chivalry is dead.” Enzo leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “What time is it?” Seven dragged his phone from his wallet. “11:48am. Why?  You got another date in a different supply closet?” “Uh, Lourdes is waiting for me in the car,” Enzo said, wincing. “What?” Seven shouted, earning a wide-eyed look from Enzo. “Do you want to get busted by someone who’s gonna come in here and see us with our dicks out.” Seven ignored him. “You left one of the owners of our firm sitting in her car in the garage to come blow me?” “I told her I had to make a quick call to a client,” he said, getting to his feet. “You’re crazy,” Seven said in a stage-whisper, letting Enzo help him up as well. “About you,” Enzo countered.Seven flushed, the tips of his ears burning bright. “That was so embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you,” Seven taunted, shaking his head. “From D----y dom to total simp. I should write a book.” “It’s called a service top, you little brat.” He pulled up Seven’s underwear and pants, tucking his shirt in and smoothing out the wrinkles. “Besides, the best D----y’s are simps for their boy. No?” Seven tucked Enzo back into his black boxer briefs, returning the favor. “Is that what I am? Your boy?” he murmured. Enzo tipped his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Do you want to be?” Seven’s chest tightened. “Not if I have to stand in line.” Enzo pretended to look behind Seven. “Do you see a line? There’s only you. Since the day we met, there’s only ever been you.” “You’re saying I can call you D----y?” “You can call me whatever you want, brat.” His expression grew stormy. “I just don’t want you to regret it.” Seven rolled his eyes, rubbing his palms on Enzo’s silky shirt. “Is this the part where you warn me that I’ll get tired of waiting?” Enzo glowered at him playfully. “Maybe?” Seven sighed, then gently slapped Enzo’s cheek. “Here’s the truth that nobody else has been willing to say. If you wanted to, you would.” “Meaning?” “You didn’t make her or anyone else a priority because you didn’t want to. If you want to put me first, you will. And if you don’t, then you really didn’t want me to begin with, and I’ll act accordingly.” Enzo stared at him, mouth gaping until Seven tapped his chin. “Hurry up, our boss is waiting for you.” Enzo seemed to snap out of his haze. “Uh, right. Yeah.” Enzo turned on his heel, making for the door. His hand was on the doorknob when stopped, then came back, sweeping Seven against him and kissing the air from his lungs. When he pulled back, he grinned. “I’ll text you.” Seven fell back against the wall, knees quaking, pressing his fingertips against his swollen mouth, a small smile tugging at his lips. Had that really just happened?