Tim’s heart beatso fast, it felt like it would burst out of his chest. Although he’d wantedConnor to apologize, he never imagined it would actually happen. With a deepbreath, he said, “I owe you an apology too.”
“No, you don’t.I―”
Tim shook hishead and leaned forward. “If you’re brave enough to say you’re sorry, then Ican do the same. I acted like a spoiled brat. Articles get canceled all thetime, usually with no explanation whatsoever. I confused our personal relationshipwith our professional one, and I should have done a better job of keeping thetwo separate.”
“You’re not theonly one who had difficulty maintaining the personal and professionalboundaries.” The small smile on Connor’s face vanished as he added, “I thinkboth of our egos got the better of us. I’m sorry we weren’t able to overcomethose differences and try to work things out between us.”
“Metoo.”Tim’s pain echoed in his voice.
They sat insilence for several moments before Connor said, “And now you’re involved withsomeone else. Is he among the friends you’re meeting at this jazz club?”
“Huh?” Then Timremembered the lie he’d told earlier. “No, I just said that so I wouldn’t soundlike a pathetic workaholic who had nothing to do but go back to an emptyapartment and write this article.”
“So,no plans at the jazz club?”
“I don’t evenlike jazz. It sounded like something cool to say.” Tim let out a nervous laugh,but Connor’s face remained serious.
“No newboyfriend either?”
“No,no one since you.”Tim saw the unmistakable expression of relief wash over Connor’s face. “Someonetold you I did?”
He watchedConnor’s cheeks flush, making him look totally adorable. “One night, I sat inthe coffee shop across the street from your apartment building and saw you goin with some guy about your height with dark hair. You two looked reallyfriendly, so I just assumed you’d moved on.”
Tim racked hisbrain to figure out who Connor was talking about. When the answer finally cameto him, he let out a big belly laugh. “You’ve got to be talking about mybrother, Caleb. He came by my place one night to watch a Floyd Mayweather boxing match on my neighbor’s pay-per-view. Mysister-in-law gives him grief about how stupid boxing is, so once he found outmy neighbor was a boxing fan, he drops by whenever there’s a match he wants tosee.”
Connor rolledhis eyes up to the ceiling. “I feel stupid getting jealous over seeing you withyour brother.”
Tim tookConnor’s hands in his and squeezed. “If I’d seen you on the streets with anotherman, I’d have felt the same way. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. I dreadeddoing this interview because I knew it would hurt to see you again when I stillfelt so strongly about you.”
Connor liftedhis hand and stroked Tim’s cheek. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.What we had felt like the start of something special. I want us to give it asecond chance and see what develops.”
“I do too,” Timwhispered as he leaned forward to kiss Connor on the lips. Connor’s mouthopened slightly, and the two men’s tongues were entangled within seconds. Thoughhe reveled in touching and tasting Connor again, Tim remembered where theywere. He forced himself to break off the kiss and ask, “Is your door locked?”
“Let me doublecheck.” He watched Connor get up and press a button on the underside of hisdesk. “It is now.”
“Good.” Timstood and held open his arms, embracing Connor as he fell into them. “I’vemissed this.”
He kissed Connoronce again, loosening the man’s tie and unbuttoning his shirt as he did. Hecaressed Connor’s bare chest with his hands, taking particular care around thespot of the surgical scar. He knew Connor still felt self-conscious about it,but to Tim, it was just a reminder of the flaws they both had, both internaland external.
Connor shiedaway from his touch, but Tim wouldn’t let go, drawing him closer. He plantedthree light kisses on the scar before lifting up his chin to kiss Connor on thelips again.
“Why did you dothat?” Connor asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Because Iwanted to show you that what you see as a sign of weakness is actually a partof you that is just as sexy and appealing as this….” Tim lowered his head toConnor’s nipples and licked one and then the other, until they’d both pebbledinto erect nubs. “And definitely just as luscious as this….” Tim moved his lipsto the nape of Connor’s neck, lightly biting and then sucking the skin there.
Connor groundhis erect penis against Tim’s thigh, which Tim immediately started to caress.
“Of course, thisis my favorite part of you.” Tim used his thumb to massage the bead of precum that had formed at the head of Connor’s dick overthe length of the growing erection.
“I’m pretty fondof that part of you, myself.” Connor unzipped Tim’s pants and pulled his cockout of his briefs.
Tim groaned whenConnor massaged his cock the same way he rubbed Connor’s.
Although temptedto surrender to the waves of desire that Connor’s touch always brought about,Tim remained determined to focus on what he’d already started. Connor’s dickswelled further and grew slicker with sticky precum,but Tim continued to stroke it until he could tell Connor was close toclimaxing. He started to sink to his knees, eager to taste the unique saltymuskiness of Connor’s semen, but Connor gripped his waist, preventing him frommoving.
“I want to dosomething else this time,” Connor said, dropping to the floor and bringing Timwith him. After pulling off Tim’s pants, he laid Tim lengthwise and thenstretched out in the opposite direction, so his crotch was mere inches fromTim’s face, and vice versa.
“Are you sure?”Tim managed before Connor licked the tip of his cock, causing sparks ofpleasure to
