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It was funny how Tom stood out in the ocean of people. Greg spotted him from a mile off, his pristine white suit practically sparkling, screaming ‘Look at me! Look at me!’ and it worked. It seized his attention, ensnared him like a fly in a spider’s web. It was funny because there were others clad in white, however, they didn’t pique his curiosity as much as Tom did.
There were plenty of other reputable and rich people around him, but he only had eyes for Tom. It wasn’t as if they were dressed poorly, some of the clothes certain guests wore probably cost more than his whole outfit, but Tom almost looked angelic. Pure. He chewed his lip, spinning his empty champagne glass as he gazed idly at the other man.
There was something about how the suit was tailored, the way it so precisely fit Tom’s body, accentuating his muscles and making every move look elegant and prepared. There were times when Tom’s outfit choice really made Greg do a double-take and gape gormlessly at him. This was one of those times.
Typically, when Tom caught him staring in the office, he wouldn’t bother calling it out. When he did, he’d tell Greg to snap out of it and start looking professional. The ‘Greg Gawk’ he’d call it. It was rather stupid but Greg liked the name, it made him feel special. Like Tom created the name just for him.
A waiter standing next to him offering him a new glass caused him to jump up in shock, embarrassed that someone might have witnessed him staring at Tom. Fortunately or unfortunately, Tom noticed him and began to walk in his direction with Shiv in tow. Greg smiled awkwardly, waving the waiter away and pretending as if he had only just seen the pair.
“H-Hey Tom! Hi Shiv, how are you guys doing?” He grinned, flashing all his teeth like the Cheshire Cat.
Shiv furrowed her brow, lips parted in mild confusion. He hoped it would make him look more natural but it clearly didn’t work. Why did I think it would work? he thought.
“Hi Greg,” She said, “Good to see you.” Tom didn’t say anything to him yet, instead, calling the waiter back over to pick up two glasses of pale gold champagne for Shiv and himself.
Once he realised Greg’s glass was empty, he looked up at him and asked, “Aren’t you going to ask for another one, Greg? Or is this champagne not to your liking? I do recall you saying you had taken a shine to a particular bottle of favourite champagne, no?”
“Haha, good memory. It’s, um, good. I’ll have more… I guess.” He kept his eyes down, surprised that Tom remembered that. He might’ve only said that to mock you, not because he genuinely cares.
Shiv’s eyes bounced around and she swivelled her head left to right, searching for something or someone. Tom did the same, a line forming in between his eyebrows, unsure of what she was hunting for.
“What are you–”
“Alright, Tom, honey, I’m just going to mingle for a bit, yeah? Talk to you later.” She interrupted, hurrying off. Greg watched her hug an unknown brunet, clinking her glass with his before striking up a conversation. He turned back to Tom, noting that the other man was a little too interested in his drink.
“That… that was weird.” Greg chuckled, trying not to make Tom feel uncomfortable. The tension between him and Shiv lay heavy in the air. It had been like that for quite some time. Greg didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to bring the mood down or say something that would cause Tom to snap at him. Although he could have asked Tom about it, he didn’t want to pry.
“Mmhm, it’s fine though. You can keep me company, right? Or are you seeking a wealthy girlfriend that you can extort money from?”
“No!” Greg exclaimed, horrified that Tom would suggest such a thing. Seeing that Greg was rather distraught, Tom clarified that it was a joke. “Of course I didn’t mean it like that, Greg. Don’t take these things to heart.”
The two stood in silence for a while before Tom cleared his throat, nudging Greg with his elbow lightly. Greg looked back at Tom, whose blue eyes were wide and curious. There was a hopeless innocence in them, a silent plea. Say something, it whispered, don’t leave me hanging.
“Cat got your tongue, Greg? Stop acting all weird on me.” Tom jested. Greg tittered nervously, taking a sip of the champagne. In his mini-panic, he choked on it, coughing hard and Tom patted him on his back, concerned.
“Sorry, Tom, I— Like I’m just stressed. I’m a little distracted?” He set the glass down and tucked his hands into his pockets, doing his best not to make the situation any stranger than it already was. Tom rested his hand on his shoulder, in a surprisingly delicate manner. It wasn’t threatening nor fake, but kind. The last time Tom had been this gentle with him was on the morning after the Boar on the Floor incident. When he placed his hand over his own. Greg never forgot that feeling.
“Care to explain why you’ve been staring at me like I’ve grown another head?” Tom pressed lightly, “I haven’t got a stain on my suit, have I?”
Greg straightened his back, mumbling, “No, no, you look… amazing.”
Tom retracted his hand almost immediately, rosy lips soundlessly opening and closing. Maybe he made a mistake admitting it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I’m sorry, Greg, what did you say?”
“Um… I said– I didn’t– I said you look amazing. Like really fucking hot. You’re always hot. I mean, your suit is just… I don’t even know what to say. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m going to, uh, go.”
Tom seemed mildly amused by Greg’s fumbling and his tongue flitted out to wet his lips. By God, those lips…
Initially, Tom was frozen, taken aback by Greg’s directness. His face morphed from shock to bewilderment to understanding and almost relief. Eventually, Tom smirked, gazing up into Greg’s eyes with a devilish cheek. He pulled Greg closer to him and whispered into his ear, “You really think so?”
His breath was hot and ticklish, and he was so close. Closer than he had ever been before. Greg shivered, temptation running down his spine and his stomach felt hot. He felt woozy, clouded by lust, and murmured a yes in response.
“Oh, Greg. You didn’t think to tell me this before?” He purred, voice oh-so-silky and Greg practically moaned. All his pent-up emotions for Tom threatened to pour out and he was so ready. He’d tell him everything right then and there.
“Y-Yeah. I’ve thought about it but y’know, you’re married and all…” He trailed off, eyes drifting off to Shiv who was laughing with the other man.
“You know what Greg, we both need this. Shall we head somewhere else?”
“Are you sure, Tom?” Greg tucked his hair behind his ear, even though it wasn’t as long as it used to be, but old habits die hard. Tom smiled at that, placing both hands on Greg’s shoulders and massaging it.
“It’s okay, Greg. I want this. I want you.”
Greg nodded, swallowing hard. Tom stuck out his hand, waiting for Greg to take it and he did, without hesitation. They blithely strolled through the crowd and no one bothered to look at them. Even if they did, Greg wouldn’t have cared.
*
Tom took him to what was presumably the staff entrance and told him to wait outside. He made Greg stand behind a corner and pretend to look busy should anyone walk past him. Greg couldn’t get a word out before Tom walked in.
What the hell is he doing, Greg thought, is he stealing?
Before he knew it, Tom burst out the door, grabbing Greg’s wrist and pulling him along. He brought him upstairs, making them duck behind a wall when some of the staff appeared, and they continued their way to an unfamiliar bedroom. Tom pulled out a keycard and tapped the door, dragging Greg inside before he could say a word.
The room was beautiful, white porcelain figurines with gold accents lay on the oakwood cabinets and Greg was pretty damn sure those cost an arm and a leg. The amber glow of sunlight peeking through the translucent, beige curtains reflected off the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling and casted iridescent sparkles over the whole room.
It smelled of vanilla and sandalwood and Greg took a deep breath in, jealous that his room wasn’t as nice as this one. Well, he did have a pretty nice room but this, this was something else.
There weren’t any suitcases nor any evidence to indicate someone had been in this room, prompting Greg to question, “This isn’t your room, is it?” He continued exploring the room, running his finger over the tables and countertops.
“No, I just snagged a random keycard off one of the tables in the staff area. These rooms aren’t for anyone in particular. The other day I overheard them discussing which rooms are for quote-unquote surprise guests and the like. No one will be coming in here.”
“That won’t be considered stealing, right?”
“No, if anything, I’ll pay them to keep quiet.”
Greg advanced towards Tom, wrapping a hand around his cheek and pulling him into a kiss. He bit the man’s lip, panting softly and stroking the nape of his neck with the other hand. He drew him closer, their bodies pressed up against each other, noses squashed. He quickened his pace, grinding his body against Tom’s, feeling his dick harden. Tom grunted, his hand snaking around Greg’s thigh to touch his cock, causing Greg to jerk his body.
“Let’s get the fucking show on the road, yeah?” Greg breathed against Tom’s mouth, tongue darting out to moisten Tom’s lips.
“Don’t be so impatient. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?”
Greg nearly whimpered, all his nerves were on edge, begging for some sweet relief. Tom placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. “Calm down, Greg. All you have to do is listen to me. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course. For you.”
Greg opened his mouth and moved his head forward, and Tom’s finger slid into his mouth. He sucked coquettishly, biting it and rolling his tongue around it. Tom kept his fingers still, allowing Greg to do the work.
“Now fuck me, Greg. Fuck me real hard.”
“Yes. Yes, Tom.”
Tom huffed, the side of his mouth twitching in pleasure and began to undress. Greg slid off his shoes and flopped onto the bed, watching calmly. He did so slowly, eyes flickering up to make eye contact with Greg and his tongue ran over his teeth, a coy grin on his face.
Greg stood up and pulled Tom towards him, undoing the buttons on his shirt and carefully laying the shirt and suit jacket on a nearby chair.
“You need to be seen wearing this after. Best to keep it clean.”
“I need to be seen in it? Or do you want to see me in it, Gregory?” Tom said, a sly smile on his face.
Greg flushed, “Shut up, Tom.”
Tom feigned hurt, clutching a hand over his heart. “Shut up? You want me to shut up?” Greg smacked him on the arm, rolling his eyes. Tom chuckled, shaking his head.
Greg took off his clothes and guided Tom to the bed, pushing him onto his back. He headed into the bathroom– the marble tiles cold under his feet– and opened the cabinet under the sink. Complimentary lube and a condom. Fucking A. He ripped the packet open and slid the condom on, before slicking his fingers.
“I’m going to loosen you up a little. This isn’t your first time, right?” Greg wanted to ensure Tom’s comfort and that he’d have the night of his life. Tom shook his head and so Greg began.
He put in the first finger, watching the ring of muscle tighten around it. He slid in the second finger, slowly scissoring and pressing tenderly. Tom kept relatively still, however, was breathing heavily. The third finger went in and Greg moved his digits in a wave-like motion, stroking at a quicker pace.
“Fuck me already!” Tom whined, hands holding the sheets tightly.
Greg lubed up his cock and positioned Tom, pushing his cock deep, eliciting a loud moan from Tom. He began thrusting at a slow and steady pace, bouncing his hips in a very controlled manner. Tom groaned when Greg hit his sweet spot, pre-come leaking out of his cock, and Greg took that as a sign to increase in speed.
“Y-Yeah, you’re doing great,” Tom panted, body rocking slightly as Greg continued thrusting. The muscle clenched tightly around his cock, matching Tom’s gasping when Greg slammed into his prostate once more.
“Again… again.”
Greg wrapped his hands around Tom’s neck, nibbling on his neck and nipping at his ears, feeling Tom’s dick brush against his stomach, rock hard and leaking fluids. Tom was practically drooling, pupils dilated and he whispered, “Keep going, Greg. Keep… keep going.”
“I’m… going to come,” Greg breathed, jerking faster and faster. Tom nodded, crying out with wanton need as Greg continued slamming into him.
“Fucking come in me, Greg, do it!”
With the help of Tom’s encouragement, Greg shuddered, throwing his head back and groaning in satisfaction, the orgasm wracking through his body as he ejaculated. His entire body was stimulated, nerves on fire and now it was Tom’s turn. Greg wrapped his hand around the shaft of Tom’s cock, jerking him off. He knew it wouldn’t take very long and he was right. With an exhale, streaks of opaline shot out of his cock, leaving little trails of white all over both their stomachs. It was like a pearl rosary, glistening in the pale light.
Greg didn’t pull out yet, laying atop of Tom and sighing contentedly. He ran his fingers through Tom’s hair, taking in the scent of his shampoo and cologne, closing his eyes for a moment. Tom set his arm around Greg, listening to his inhales and exhaling, patting him.
Greg released him, helping him up and taking him into the bathroom. He turned the water on, setting it to warm– leaning towards the hotter side– and discarded the used condom. Tom stroked his thumb over Greg’s lips, speaking so softly Greg had to strain his ears to hear him.
“It hasn’t been easy for me, Greg.”
“I know. I’m sorry, for like, the things I’ve said and done to you.”
“No, Greg. I’m not,” He paused, sighing heavily. “I’m not talking about that. I think you know as well as I do how my marriage with Shiv is going. She always has another man. But who is the other woman? I don’t have one.”
He rested his head against Greg’s chest, the vibrations of his heartbeat increasing in intensity. “I wish I had my other man. And I do, but I haven’t been the best. So he hasn’t… shown any interest, I suppose. Until now.”
“Me,” Greg murmured. “I’m the other man.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Greg. Remember what I told you about Nero and Sporus? You’re my Sporus.”
“This isn’t about getting back at Shiv, is it?”
Tom shook his head, shutting his eyes.
“It’s always been about you, Greg.”
Greg felt his chest moisten, figuring Tom had begun to cry. He leaned back, allowing rivulets of water to run over the two of them, embracing Tom tightly. He sniffled too, overwhelmed by Tom’s confession. He didn’t know what to say, how to explain that he too loved Tom. There was an endless amount of things he wanted to say.
“I fucking love you, man.”
“I fuckin’ love you too, Greg.”
Tom laughed a bit at that, still holding Greg close to him. He turned to face Greg, pushing his hair away from his face and kissed him. The taller man melted into it, reciprocating every movement. Tom spoke in a hushed tone, lips still on Greg’s, “Marry me, Greg.”
“I will. Yes. It’s a yes from me. However, I thought it was impolite to propose at someone else’s wedding?”
Tom scoffed, ruffling Greg’s hair in playful irritation. “Fuck you, Greg. Since when were you so,” He went silent, gesticulating with his hands wildly to indicate his speechlessness.
“O-Okay Tom. Let’s just, um, wash up and then get back for dinner. I’m pretty sure someone will have missed you by now.”
“Mm. Maybe afterwards, we can go for a second round?” He raised his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner and Greg snorted.
“Fuck yeah.”