Thank the gods.
“Just informing you that I will be locking up without delay. Do not forget to exit through the front, thank you, to ensure everything locks appropriately behind you.”
“Absolutely, Mr. Setterfield!” Something I knew like the back of my hand,thank you, given I had worked here for five years. I couldn’t wait to take over for Setterfield when he retired. Which I hoped would be soon.
“Does this mean we get to finish?” Merry whispered, after the sound of Setterfield’s footsteps faded.
“No.” I slapped his chest. “I am not dealing with cleanup after hours, especially when Setterfield could still be lurking around somewhere.”
“Easy cleanup is what mouths are for.” Merry winked—and dropped to his knees.
“Mer—”
The scroll. With Merry no longer blocking my view, I spotted it atop several of the other unused pieces. My eureka moment was short-lived, however, when Merry undid my slacks and dragged them and my underwear down to my ankles.
“Merry,” I hissed at him. He had almost gotten his lips around me before I shifted out of reach and shuffled around him. “I have a job to finish. You can be inappropriate in public with me later. Maybe in the restaurant bathroom if our table isn’t ready in time.”
“Thatyou’ll agree to?” Merry laughed, preventing me from snatching up the scroll since he had followed me to hug me around my knees, pressing his cheek to my, well,cheek.
“As if I’m the ridiculous one right now!” I laughed with him.
He stood but didn’t let me go, moving his hold up my body until his chin rested on my shoulder and his hands reached around me between my legs to cup my balls and grasp my shaft.
Fuck, he played dirty.
The scroll was right there, and I absolutely should not be entertaining this—even if my dick was very quickly betraying me by almost immediately plumping in his hand.
Stay strong, Nero.
“Mer, we can do this later—”
“How about nowandlater?”
“Merry!” I laughed again. He was stroking me so slowly too, with little pulls on my sac, always knowing exactly how to drive me crazy. I tried to reach for the scroll again. “I just need to put that scroll in its case, and we can leave—”
“You can put it away afterward, and then we can leave.” Merry reached with me, I assumed to stop me, but in his haste and with my determination, our hands landed on the scroll at the same time.
“Nero—”
“Merry—”
We had barely made it into the alcove beside the practice room. The bed chambers were not far away, but we couldn’t bear to even wait that long to have our hands on each other.
“Nakht—”
“Meryt—”
Meryt spun me around and slammed me against the wall. I was so wet beneath the fall of my dancer’s cloth. I had never in my life been so wet, soaking obscenely through the fabric. It was what was wanted of us, to titillate and tempt, but we hadn’t yet been given to Pharaoh or any of his men. Soon, so soon, we would be, but now was our time of training. We were encouraged to experiment and practice on each other what might be asked of us by our masters.
Meryt and I had kissed many times and come close to dry grinding overtop our clothing more than once, but we had honestly been shy, inexperienced, and uncertain of going further. But tonight, we had made a vow. We would practicedancing for each other, utilizing all we had been taught, just us, alone, and see where it led.
Where it had led was to Meryt pushing both of our loincloths out of the way to grasp our cocks and rut.
“Meryt!” I moaned again, clutching desperately at the back of his neck to yank him closer for a kiss. The connection of our mouths and tongues was as messy and desperate as our clashing cocks. We were like men possessed, only barely older than boys really, but we had waited far longer than most of our peers to progress this far.
Now that we were, it was madness—madness.
Who knew insanity could be such bliss?
