“Christ, yes, do that,” John babbled.

Zack could hear him masturbating on the other end of the line. Judging by his lack of coherency, he was probably close. Zack was turned on to the point of hypersensitivity. Even the air conditioning felt like electricity against his skin.

“I abandon any hope I had of being gentle and start thrusting into you. You’re so tight and hot and perfect. You squirm beneath me as I drive into you, completely out of control, and just as I think I must be hurting you, you press your hips back in time with my thrusts, shoving me deeper into you. It’s so intense I can feel my orgasm looming over me. I start stroking you in earnest, desperate to make you come first. Even my hand clapped over your mouth can’t stop your moans. The bed is squeaking in such an obvious way. Anyone listening could tell exactly what we’re doing, but I’m too far gone to care, and you’re howling under me. You get louder and louder until I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear just how much you love being fucked by me.”

“Oh yes,” John moaned blearily. “I’m close, I’m so close, Wesley. Just a little more, and—I need, you need to—Christ.”

Zack growled through gritted teeth, “I concentrate everything I have left into keeping a steady rhythm, pounding into you and stroking your cock in time with my movements. My own pre-come has long since mixed with yours, and sliding in and out of you feels incredible. I couldn’t stop now if I tried. I feel something twist deep inside of me, ready to spring. I’m close too, John, so close. I just need to hear you come, feel you unravel beneath me. I want to feel you come undone while I’m still inside you. God, I love fucking you.”

John came with a loud, luxurious moan. He sounded startled, as if the power of it surprised him. Zack listened with a mixture of lust and envy. A few seconds later, John grunted and then breathed like he’d just finished a marathon. Zack bit his own lip as hard as he could to distract himself from how impossibly, achingly hard he still was.

When John got himself back under control, he said, “Wow. That was just what I needed. You continue to surprise me.”

“It was my pleasure. Or, at least, it will be once I’m home.”

John laughed in a sated way and said, “I want a play-by-play next time. I’ll talk to you soon, Darkling. Good night.”

The line went dead. Zack hung up his phone and checked the log. Call time: thirty-eight minutes.

Zack stared at his computer, mentally debating with himself. Murmur Inc. had an extremely strict no-jacking-off-at-work policy, and Zack had never been tempted to break it. Right now, however, John’s desperate moans were still ringing in his ears. His erection wasn’t going to go away on its own.

Zack sighed and rubbed his temples. God damn it. He took a perfunctory look around. Three of his coworkers were chatting nearby, but they weren’t paying any attention to him. The path to the bathroom in the back was clear. As discreetly as he could, Zack stood up and strode toward it. His jeans rubbed against him with every step, and he had to press his lips together to keep from making a sound. He forced himself to walk at a normal pace. As soon as he cleared the men’s room door, he threw himself into a stall and swiped the lock shut. He had his jeans open and his cock out faster than he could think. He bit down on the heel of his left palm and jerked himself furiously, desperate to come. Normally when he masturbated, he liked to draw it out, but finesse was the furthest thing from his mind right now. He just wanted to get off before he could think too hard about how embarrassing this was.