Silver & Black (8 page)

Whoa, is he changing his mind? Hopefully!

Me: Action is what I’m thinking too and lots of it. I can’t get the thought of the action out of my mind. It’s making me hot as we speak.

Silver: Hopefully you’re hot alone and away from Jeff!

Oh, exclamation point, so stern there Silver.
He thinks I’m still at work.

Me: I’m at home with my roommate. ;) I quit.

Silver: You quit? And your roommate isn’t any better from what you’ve said.

Me: Jeff was an ass and inappropriate so I quit. AND Levi is a very nice guy. We do NOT sleep together.

Silver: Well, I’ve been corrected. ;) Difference noted, but hopefully you won’t need that anymore. I will keep you satisfied. **tonight Mr. Black** no more waiting. I’ve run out of patience with myself.   

Holy shit… He means it. Yes.
Silver beeps again.

Silver: What do you mean he was inappropriate?
Oh, fuck, I shouldn’t have said it that way.
     

Me: Nothing I can’t handle, Silver. Don’t worry, and plus, I don’t have to deal with him anymore. I’d much rather deal with your creepy ass. ;)

Silver: Creepy? My ass is no such thing, and it will be I that am dealing with the ass, Mr. Black!

Me: Promises…. Tease me some more!

Silver: It’s a guarantee. Now have you been studying?

Me: How can I study when you just guaranteed THAT?

Silver: Only good boys who do their homework get rewarded.

Me: lol well I’ve been very good. Studying all morning, sir!

Silver: Good. ;)

Me: I also read your contract. What are you thinking? I am not qualified for that position. I don’t know whether to be excited or insulted.

Silver: I would hope the former. Why would you be insulted?

Me: I feel like you are enticing me to be with you. There are so many more qualified people that would be perfect for the job. I don’t deserve it.

Silver: You deserve better. I like to train my closest associates that way I know they will do as I want. And as far as enticing you is concerned. I would hope that                      came before you read the contract. It’s business. The enticing is personal, but I will do a lot of that too.

Me: Well, we’ll talk more tonight. I have to think about it.

Silver: Tonight for sure. Now go study! So we have more time to test your skills.                            **Connor will be there shortly**

Me: See…you are a master at flirting! See you soon.

Silver: Only the best for you, Mr. Black. You bring out the master in me ;)

Silver, Silver.

I don’t know exactly what just happened, but I hope what I read is true. If so, tonight is going to be fucking incredible. I should get ready. I think Levi’s right, teach him to balance. I’m going to pull my power over him tonight, the power of seduction. I’m going to make him want me because I have never wanted him as much as I do right now, and I need to feel this.
I pack a bag with a change of clothes, grooming necessities, both cell phones, the contract, and of course my textbook. I do have to study some more.  

I want to walk and get the pizza before Connor arrives. I lean over the couch and shake Levi awake. “Hey, I’m leaving for the night.”

“Staying with your
Mr. Gere
tonight?” He laughs as he sits up.

“Levi! But yes.” I grin and sit to put on my shoes.

“Well, be safe. BE SAFE.” He winks. “Good I get the apartment to myself.” He stands and stretches. “I have a couple of boys coming over. You probably didn’t want to hear that.” He giggles.

“Two boys?”

“Honey, you have your movie and I have mine,” he says seriously as he kisses my cheek then walks to his bedroom. Levi seriously is the best.

~Chapter Nine~

It’s starting to get dark; glad this day went fast. I’m excited to see Silver. It’s nice to actually feel this. I was always happy to see Jeff, but this feels different; different in a good way. There is just so much I want to learn about Silver, so much I want to do with him. I can’t get him off of my mind as I walk the few blocks to my favorite pizza place. I have my saddlebag slung over my shoulder and I keep one hand on it.

I’m walk at a steady, but brisk pace. Connor should be at my place in about twenty minutes and I don’t want to keep him waiting. I decide to track through the alley to cut off some time. It’s a New York alley so everything about it makes me uneasy; it feels so eerie. I walk as fast as I can to get out of there. All of a sudden I get this unnerving feeling like I’m being followed. I thought I felt it even before the alley, but ever since being stalked, I get this way.
It must be my imagination.
I start to jog. The pizza place is in view. I glance slightly over my shoulder and I see someone. There is a man following me, but why?
I don’t want to find out.
I start to run and so does he. My heart is racing and instinct tells me to start pushing down garbage cans as I go by them, so that’s what I do. The man is dodges them as we run. He’s close to catching up to me. Just then a vehicle pulls into the alley. Thank God for the Chinese take-out man that pulls in and parks in back of the store he works at. Whoever was following me gets spooked and runs away. I turn and watch him run. He didn’t look familiar, but of course it’s dark and he’s wearing a hoodie, and I was looking at his back and not his face. Still fucking scary, but it was probably some creep wanting my bag.

I call Connor to ask him to pick me up at the pizza place.
Better safe than sorry and I’m fucking scared shitless right now.
I go into the pizza place to get my order. My heart continues to race as I discuss my order with the woman behind the counter. Maybe she can help. “Have you heard about anyone being mugged or jumped around here lately?” I ask the young woman.

“No, not lately. I mean nothing out of the ordinary, but one of our managers was mugged in the alley a few months ago.” Her words bring some comfort, because maybe it was just a random incident.
I’m not going to worry about it anymore.
I pay her and walk out. Connor is waiting outside already. He gets out of the car greeting me. He takes the pizza and puts into the backseat.

“Can I ride up front with you?” I ask him, and he opens the door for me.
Guess that’s a yes.
He’s a very reserved man. I don’t know why, maybe it’s me. I make casual conversation with him. “How long have you worked for Mr. Silver?”

“Close to eight years.” He turns to me for a quick second and smiles. He has to keep his eyes on the New York traffic. “Mr. Silver is a good man and I really enjoy working for him.”

“Well, you seem like you are a very loyal person. If you ask me, he’s the lucky one.” I can see him grin as he looks through the windshield. “Sorry I changed destinations for my pick-up. I thought someone was following me and it freaked me out.”

“Was there?”

“Yeah, maybe it was a mugger trying to get some money. I don’t know, but a Chinese take-out worker scared him away when he pulled into the alley.”

“I’m glad. Mr. Silver would be irate knowing someone was following you.”

“We’re not telling Mr. Silver.” I wink at him. “Speaking of Mr. Silver, tell me about him.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Does he do this a lot? You know: the wining and dining with potential men.”

“No, not at all. He’s very keen on you, Mr. Black. He’s a good man,” he keeps saying.

“Please call me Grey. You and Mr. Silver seem close.”

“He a good friend.”

“Was there anything between you two?” I raise my eyebrows and he smiles. I know I am being completely forward and I probably shouldn’t have asked, but you always hear about those couples where one works for the other. Plus, I’ve always been kind of direct with people. That’s how you get to know someone.

“Oh, no, Grey. I am not gay. I love Brian, but I love women.”

“Is there a Mrs. Connor?”

“There is a soon-to-be Mrs. Bradshaw.”
Duh, of course his last name isn’t Connor.
“Brian is very good to me. He pays for my apartment in the building and is paying for our wedding as our gift. My fiancée thinks the world of him. It’s a good thing he’s gay because I would have to worry,” he jokes. It’s nice to hear this. He’s loosening up and it’s hilarious to see a nice reserved man talk like this. I sit back and watch the passing cars and scenery. New York is a lovely state.
Neon Trees
comes on the radio and I glance over to Connor who is bopping his head. I lean and turn it up. He smiles and starts to sway his head to the music.

“Connor, I didn’t know you had it in you.” I join him in our car rumba. Song after song we do this and chat until we pull into the drive of the building. It was nice to get to know Connor. He gets out, gathers my things, and hands them to me. “You’re not coming up?”

“Oh, no, Mr. Silver wants the place alone tonight.” He gives a crooked suggestive smile and goes to park the car.
Alone? Maybe Silver was serious.

I take the elevator up suddenly getting a knot in my stomach.
Why am I so nervous? I’ve done this before.
But this time it is different. Silver is different and I don’t want to screw this up. I walk nervously to his door and knock. He’s waiting for me.
I think Connor texted him.
He holds the door as I walk in.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Silver takes the pizza from my hands and puts it on the coffee table. He struts back to me and wraps his arms around my waist to pull me harshly toward him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You know how hard it is to get work done with you on my mind?” he says before crashing our lips together. His tongue invades my mouth and his hands feel up my back.
Fuck.
He has me semihard already.
How can a single kiss do that?
He trails off my lips onto my face and to my ear. “Have you studied?”
Way to change the subject there, Silver.

“Yes, I’ve studied all day.” I kiss the side of his neck and he lets out a small growl. “You want to know what else I did?”

“Oh, please enlighten me,” he mocks as he lets me go and empties his pockets onto the table.

“I googled you.” I raise an eyebrow.

“Funny, I didn’t feel anything,” he says straight-faced with a mischievous grin. “Did you find anything worthwhile?”

“Nothing I didn’t already know.”

“You know, Greyson, if you want to know more about me, all you have to do is simply ask. You can ask me anything.”
Anything?

“Ok―have you offered positions like this to other men that you were interested in?”

“No, I’ve never done that before. And like I said, that was a professional contract, not personal. If it were personal I would have added a ton more.” He winks.
Darn him and those blue eyes.
“What makes you uneasy about the job offer? I would think you would want it now.”

“It just seems too specific; like for me.”

“It is…. It’s for you.”

“But why when there are so many more qualified people?”

“Because they don’t make me happy, you do. Honestly, I figured I needed to be with you, and by offering you this job I would have that.”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea; especially with what happened with Jeff. I don’t think it’s a good idea anymore to mix business with pleasure.”

“I assure you. I can keep it separate, Mr. Black. Connor is one of my best friends and I keep his employment and our friendship separate. So I know I can. Can you?” He sits on the arm of the couch.

“I don’t have that much faith in myself.” I grin, walk over to him, and rub his thighs. He pulls me close and kisses me.

“I have a lot of faith in you,” he says resting against my lips.
Ah, this man.
“Any more questions?”

“Do you do this with a lot of men? Have there been many men?” I know I already asked Connor, but I needed to hear it from him too.

“No, it’s been awhile since I’ve had another man here. Nobody interests me like you do, Mr. Black.” His answer matches Connor’s.

“You know you are very confusing. First you call me ‘Greyson’ then it’s a stern ‘Mr. Black’―make up your mind.”

“I like the formality of ‘Mister’.” He pushes his mouth against my ear and whispers, “It makes it sound suggestive.”
Huh? Call me whatever you want; just don’t stop doing that.
“Any other questions for me?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of some, but you have my mind running wild right now.” How can I think with him looking at me like this?

“Ask me anything, anytime. I promise to be as open as possible.”
As possible? Fuck it, not the time.
“Now are you sure you’ve studied?”

“Yes, I told you that.”
I try to lean into a kiss and he pulls back. “What?”

“I have a surprise for you.” He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs.
I think I am going to like this surprise.

“How about the pizza?”
I really could care less about eating right now. I just want to tease him.

“We’ll have plenty of time to eat after. That’s the best part about having pizza for dinner: it is good hot or cold.” He stops me by the room adjacent to his. “Stay here until I tell you to come in. Give me about five minutes,” he asks then kisses me lightly on my lips with an evil grin on his face.

He sneaks into the room and I wait impatiently. My heart is pumping and my cock is twitching at the thought of what he is preparing. After a few minutes, I hear him yell
come in
. I open the door and my mouth drops at the sight of him. He is wearing a pair of dark jeans (which he had on before), a teal-colored dress shirt, and a pair of silver suspenders. I look around the room that he’s arranged to look like a school room of sorts: a single student desk in the center of the room, a couch against the wall, a big maple desk, and a Smart Board. He’s standing by the Smart Board. This room must have been a study or something. “What’s all this?” I ask amused and intrigued.

He circles around me. I can feel his breath on my neck as he passes. “This is your practice exam. You said you studied.”

”I did. Where did you get all of this?”

“I bought it; don’t worry, the Smart Board will be donated to a classroom in need at an inner city elementary school. No frivolous spending on my part.” He grins. “Now have a seat, Mr. Black.” He points to the single desk. “I happen to be friends with your business math professor and he’s been kind enough to share some questions similar to what he will ask on the exam. I’m going to test you, Mr. Black.” He stands behind me and bends lower to talk in my ear. “Any questions?”

“When you say you were friends with my professor, do you mean friends or ‘
friends
’?”

“The latter; I hope that’s not a problem.”
Wow, Professor Mullins is gay.

“Why didn’t it work out?” I inquire.

“Because he’s not you, Mr. Black.”

“Come on, what’s that mean?” I say and he frowns.

“He wasn’t what I was looking for in a man. Better?”

“Better!” I smile. “Now, how’s this work, Professor Silver?” I straighten in my desk and give my fake professor all my attention.

“I’m glad you asked. I like attentive students. I have nine questions.” He walks to the side of my desk and bends down. “You have seven articles of clothing: your shirt, jeans, two shoes, two socks, and―” He stops and looks at me. “You are wearing underwear right?” I nod and laugh. “And your underwear; that’s seven articles of clothing.  Every question you get right. You remove one item.”
I think I like this lecture.
“You with me?” he asks.
He’s good at the professor thing
.

“Oh, yeah.” My eyes widen with excitement.

“You only have two answers to play with―you have to get completely naked to reap your reward, Mr. Black.” He stands confidently in front of my desk.

“What’s my reward?” My mouth is watering waiting for the response. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.

He lowers to his knees on the side of my desk, pulls my knees to face him, and with the most serious face, he utters the best response. “You get all your clothes off by answering the questions right. I am going to give you the best fucking blowjob you have ever had. And that’s a guarantee. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me into a possessive kiss.
Oh, God…. Please let me pass.
“Are you ready?”

I can feel my cock swell at the thought of his mouth on me. “Yeah.” 

He glares at me. “I need a yes or no, Mr. Black. I can’t give you your reward unless I know it’s what you want and ‘yeah’ isn’t a response.”

“Hell yes―how’s that?” I smartly remark.

“Good, let’s get started.” He turns off the lights and the room is lit only by one candle, the Smart Board glow, and the moonlight from the windows. He hands me a stack of blank papers, a pencil, and a calculator; all the stuff that is allowed in our classroom. “The questions will be on the board one at a time. You can work it on the paper and show me the answer. I will tell you if you’re right. Are you sure you’re ready? There’s a lot riding on this.” He grins seductively.