10 comments/ 10878 views/ 8 favorites So Close Ch. 01 By: gyynb Matt Taylor's day started like any other. He woke up cursing, and reached over and slammed his hand down on his alarm clock. Five more minutes he thought to himself. When it went off for the second time he sat up abruptly. If he didn't get up now he would be late for work, and his hateful troll of a boss did not need any more reasons to get on his case. He tried to stand and immediately found himself on the floor, in a tangle of blankets and pillows. Cursing for the second time in five minutes, he untangled himself and headed for the kitchen. There was no way he was going to try and face the morning without at least half a pot of coffee flowing through his system. As he walked down the hallway to the kitchen he found himself wondering, as he did every morning, if he should call in sick. Matt was not a morning person. Why people thought it was normal to rise at what were, in his opinion, ungodly hours to join the rest of society in trying to make their way to work baffled him. What was so important about being anywhere at 8:00 AM anyway? He would be perfectly willing to work a few extra hours if it meant he could get a few more hours of sleep, and he had a sneaking suspicion that others would be too. When Matt finally made it to the kitchen, he was awake just enough to notice that something was not quite right. He knew he was tired, it had been a long night, but there was no way that he had already been out and made coffee and not remembered. Yet there was what looked to be a fresh pot on the counter. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. Matt was a coffee whore. He'd had his first cup at the tender age of 14, and hadn't looked back since. He went to the cupboard and pulled down a coffee mug, wondering vaguely at the time which one of his friends had let themselves into his house this time. He looked around and didn't see anybody, but that was normal. Matt had a few friends who frequently let themselves into his home when they needed something, usually a place to crash after a hard night of partying. Shaking his head at the thought of yet another hung-over friend passed out somewhere in the house, Matt poured himself a mug of coffee and made his way back down the hall to the bathroom. He nudged Duke with his foot on the way by. The black lab opened on eye to look at him, before sighing and going back to sleep. He was used to his owner's mood in the morning. Matt sighed when he reached the bathroom. Drinking deeply from his mug, he wondered to himself why he went to work every morning. He hated his job, he really did. He took a few minutes to stare at himself in the mirror. Blue eyes looked critically back at him. He took in his brown hair and stubbly face and thought to himself, God I need to shave. At 24 Matt had been living on his own for quite a while. He examined his hair, as he did every morning, for any signs of grey. Seeing none he smiled and picked up his tooth brush. He studied himself further as he brushed his teeth. Matt had a strong face, with a square jaw and cleft in his chin. He had a dimple on his left side that poked out when he smiled, and a grin that could warm the coolest of hearts. Matt was a handsome man and no trouble getting attention from other people. The best part was that he had no idea of the effect he had on people. He was funny, warm and kind hearted, and got along with most people in his life. Matt had a good life. He had a good job, good friends, great family, and a great dog. What more could a person want, Matt thought to himself. For just a minute he felt a twang in his heart. He had all off the good things in life, all that anyone could ask for, but he was lonely. He had yet to find that special person, to fill the void in his life that no amount of family or friends or family could fill, and every once in a while, not often but occasionally, Matt wished that things could be different. Shaking his head, Matt smiled. I wonder how long I've been standing here feeling sorry for myself he thought. He placed his toothbrush on the bathroom counter and turned to start his shower. Letting the water warm up, he stripped out of the boxers he wore to bed and drank from his mug again. He waited until he could see steam rising from behind the shower curtain and stepped into the shower coffee in hand. Letting the hot water pound on his sore muscles, he took another swig of his coffee before placing it on the shelf in the shower. Humming to himself, he picked up his shampoo and was just pouring it into his hand when the curtain was ripped to the side. Turing around, startled, he saw his friend Alex standing there, grin on his face and coffee in his hand. "What the fuck dude," Matt yelled. "You scared the shit out of me! How many times do we have to go over this? Stay out of my bathroom!" Alex just grinned back at him, slowly drinking his coffee. "Can you keep it down a little?" he asked. "You are going to wake up Jan; she's passed out on the couch." "Whatever," Matt replied. "I wouldn't have yelled if you didn't scare five years off my life. Showering here, can you close the curtain please?" "No problem dude," Alex replied. He closed the curtain and put his coffee down before turning to the toilet. "I have to use the bathroom and James is taking up the other one." "Jesus, how many of you are here?" Matt asked. He accepted that it was just going to be one of those mornings and hustled to wash his hair. He was seriously in danger of being late for work if he didn't get the show on the road, and he knew that giving into Alex's need for early morning conversation would just slow him down. He rinsed his hair and picked up his body wash. He worked up lather in his hands and starting soaping himself up, starting at his neck and working his way down. "Just the three of us." Alex said before he flushed the toilet. "The party went till about five in the morning, and there was no way any of us could make it home. If you didn't want us here, you shouldn't have given us all keys." He said, smiling. Matt just rolled his eyes, and quickly rinsed the soap off himself. He took another minute to just enjoy the warm water and drink the rest of his coffee. Cup empty, he shut off the shower and held a hand out to Alex. "Want to hand me my towel?" He asked Alex, who plucked the towel off the rack and handed it to Matt. "Sure, no problem man," Alex replied. "What's the plan for today anyway? You're never up this early without a good excuse." "What do you think," Matt answered. "I have to go into that hell-hole I call a job and make a living so I can afford this house that you people like to use whenever you feel like it." "But it's Saturday," Alex whined. "Who works on Saturdays?" "People who don't have a choice obviously" Matt said, while drying himself with a towel. He had known Alex for years, and was not ashamed to be naked in front of him. Alex was more of a brother than friend; they had seen each other at their best and at their worst. Alex was one of two people that knew he was gay, and it didn't faze him a bit. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped up to the sink to shave. "I need to go into work today and try and get ahead, or else I'll have to hear it from The Dick on Monday morning." The Dick was Matt's boss. He wasn't necessarily a bad boss, he ran the company like clockwork. The publishing house was making more money now than it ever did. He ran a tight ship and expected the people who worked for him to respect the job as much as he did. It was when he felt that people weren't keeping up with their workloads that things got bad. The Dick, aka John Hogan, had no patience for people who couldn't carry their workload. In his opinion, if you couldn't do the work you wouldn't have been hired in the first place. Matt and John had gone round for round a few times on this issue. As John's personal assistant, Matt had a lot of responsibility. He was expected to keep track of the phones, files, manuscripts, scheduling, plus the things that just come up day to day. If clients had specific requests, Matt was the one who made it happen. John surprised Matt one day by hiring two more assistants, presumably to help Matt keep up with his work. Of course the hiring of these assistants didn't really change anything. Matt still carried the majority of the workload. In his opinion his boss couldn't have found two more useless people if he tried. While Matt spent his days trying to keep up with day to day tasks that were expected of him, Dumb and Dumber, as matt called them, spend their time either on the phones or socializing with the other employees. Matt had yet to see either one of them put in an honest day's work. Matt didn't dare say anything to John though; he had seen too many people on the receiving end of Johns rants, and having received a few himself he was in no hurry to hear another one. "You do enough work there during the week don't you? He has two other assistants Matt, are they going in this morning too?" Alex asked. Matt could tell by Alex's tone that he was getting annoyed listening to Matt. Matt couldn't blame him really, he was annoyed at himself. He had complained about this job for years to Alex, yet stayed with it. Matt picked up his shaving cream and squirted some of the white foam into his hand. Spreading it onto his face, he picked up his razor and starting shaving before he snapped at Alex. "What am I supposed to do Alex, quit my job? You know I can't do that. I have bills to pay like everyone else and this job is getting that done. The money is good, and so are most of my coworkers. I can't help it if the other assistants that work there are stupid as fuck and couldn't get their heads on straight if their lives depended on it. If they went in this morning, they would just fuck everything up and I would end up having to fix it on Monday anyway. This way I give up a few hours of my life and the work gets done!" "Why is there so much yelling?" Jan asked from the door way. She was a short woman, barely standing over 5'3. Her long brown hair was mused from sleeping on the couch, her hand currently holding onto the side of her head, looking a little nauseous. Her green eyes looked weary ad she gazed at Matt and Alex in the bathroom. "I really wish you two would shut up, my head is killing me. Matt, where is the Advil?" "Same place as it always is Jan, counter over the kitchen sink." Matt answered quickly, feeling slightly guilty for waking her up. There really was no need to yell at Alex, he was frustrated with his life and took it out on the people around him. He watched Jan stumble down the hall and turned to Alex. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I don't do mornings very well, especially work mornings." Alex's easy grin returned. "Oh please, as if I don't know this already. No worries. You best get moving though bub, before you're late for work." Matt looked at his watch. "FUCK!" he yelled before bounding down the hallway. "I have to be there in 20 minutes!" He raced to his bedroom and opened his closet. Thanking God it was Saturday, he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers, black jeans and a blue button down long sleeve shirt. He ran a comb through his hair before running back to the kitchen. Jan and James were sitting at the counter and watched, amused, as Matt dug through his cupboards looking for a travel mug for the rest of his coffee. "Hey guys! Bye guys!" he said, pouring his coffee and making his way to the door. He slowed down long enough to grab his bag before he was out the door. If he hurried he would have just enough time to grab a beagle on his way to work. He opened the door and quickly walked down the steps. He was halfway down the walk to his driveway before he smacked his forehead and ran back to the house. Opening the door he yelled inside, "Can someone feed Duke please?" before slamming the door and making his way to the car. He knew his friends well enough to know that the dog would be watered, fed and well played with before they made their way to their own homes. Matt jumped into his car and turned the ignition. His old beater Honda sputtered to life, and Matt jammed it into reverse, tearing out of his driveway. As he sped down the road he thought to himself, I knew I should have called in sick today. ****** He arrived to work at 7:57. Sighing with relief at not being late, he punched his code into the time clock at made his way to the office. The good thing about being here on weekends was that Candy was not. Candy was, well, annoying for lack of a better word. She was blond and perky; with beg breasts and an even bigger mouth. She worked the phone at the front desk of the publishing house, and her voice grated on Matt's nerves. It reminded him on nails on a chalkboard. That bad. She constantly winking at Matt and shoved out her chest whenever he was around. She couldn't seem to take the hint that Matt wasn't interested, and kept trying to get his attention. Every time she leaned over his shoulder to point to something on the desk or computer screen, Matt wanted to poke her in the boob with his pen, just to see that would happen. He was fairly sure that if poked hard enough, you would be able to actually watch them deflate. There was no way that those puppies were real, and poking them was the only way Matt was willing to find out if they were. He took the elevator up to the 11th floor, and was surprised to notice that when he got there the office lights were still on. Somebody must have left them on last night, Matt thought. Stupid asses must be looking to get ripped a new one. The Dick was famous for his blowouts about leaving any equipment on when the day was done. He walked into the kitchenette that was to the side of the office and was pleasantly surprised to find that someone had already made coffee. Hmm, he thought, I guess dumb or dumber must be here. He grabbed a mug off the rack and filled a cup. He opened the fridge and took out the milk, pouring a dash into his coffee. Not having had nearly enough coffee this morning he took a deep swallow, only to spew it into the sink. It was horrible! The coffee was so thick you could have walked on it. Fuckfuckfuck Matt thought. There was only one person in the office that made coffee this bad, and Matt was now really regretting coming into work. There goes my Saturday, he thought, as he turned to see who was coming around the corner. There, will a pissed off look on his face, was The Dick. ****** Matt gulped when he saw the look on Johns face. Oh God what is his fuckin problem Matt wondered. "Mr. Taylor," started John. "I'm glad you're here. Can you explain to me exactly why the budgeting reports I asked you to do two days ago aren't on my desk yet?" Probably because I'm the only one who does anything around here Matt thought. "I was just about to get to that sir; I know they were supposed to be done by Friday but..." "But what?" John demanded. "I just hired two, not one but two, more people for you to delegate some of your work to and it still isn't getting done! Are you telling me that you can't handle your job? Every time I look out here the other assistants are on the phone, and I am going to assume that is for work purposes, because I know you wouldn't just let them sit around doing nothing. You wouldn't waste my money like that. So I'm asking again, where is my report?" "I'm getting to it right now sir. I apologize" Matt replied. Inside he was fuming. You're going to assume it's for work purposes? You would know it wasn't if you decided to get your head out of your ass for five minutes and ask how the new assistants are working out. God forbid you admit that you might have made a mistake in hiring those two morons. "Can I get you anything while I'm here Mr. Hogan?" "A decent cup of coffee would be good, if you think you can manage that. I don't know what's wrong with that machine but the coffee tastes awful. And when you bring it to my office, you may as well bring your notepad, I have some things for you to take down." John answered. "Right away sir." John left the Matt alone in the kitchenette to make the coffee. Not a thing wrong with the coffee machine, thought Matt, but I can think of a couple of things that are wrong with you. Starting with the stick you have shoved up your ass. I'm sure if you look really hard you may be able to find the vibrate function. Matt got to work making the coffee. Soon the heavenly smell off coffee beans was filling the kitchen. Matt inhaled and sighed. He had been planning on staying for a few hours, but he could tell already that it was going to be another full day's work. Coffee in hand, he grabbed his notepad on the way by his desk and looked at the door in front of him. John Hogan CEO. Fuuuuuck Matt swore in his head. Better just get this over with. He knocked on the door. "Enter." He heard from the inside. Tucking his pad under his arm he opened the door and walked in. John was on the phone, and motioned for Matt to sit down. He placed the coffee in the desk in front of Mr. Hogan and sat down. While on the phone, John took a sip off the coffee. His expression showed the quick surprise he felt at how good the coffee was. He raised his head to meet Matt's eyes, before returning them to look at the manuscript I front of him. That meant the coffee was good. While John was on the phone Matt studied him, while pretending to look at his note pad. Hogan was handsome enough, Matt guessed. He had always had a fascination with people watching, and this wasn't the first time he looked at John. Hey, he may have been a dick, but he was a cute one. Matt guessed John stood at about 6'2, just an inch or two above Matt. He had a full head of dark hair, and a pair of piercing green eyes. Normally those eyes were darkened in anger, but when they weren't they were a light shade of emerald green. On the few occasions that John laughed his eyes sparkled. He had a solid build, without being too thick. He had muscles, but no so many that he looked like he spent hours at the gym. Matt was into muscles, but only when they were to the slimmer side. Not that he should be thinking about John's muscles. Whoa, where did that come from, Matt wondered. He shook his head, and tried to keep his mind on the work in front of him. John was still on the phone so Matt stood to walk around the office. He glanced back at John who pushed his chair back and put his feet of the desk. Today, like every other day John was wearing a suit, with a vest instead of a jacket. Hmm, I love a man in a vest, he thought. I wonder what he looks like without the vest. And the shirt, and the pa... "Everything alright over there Matt?" John asked. Matt jumped, startled, blushing at being caught daydreaming. About his boss of all people. I need to get laid, he thought to himself. Yes sir, sorry about that sir." Matt sat back down. "You wanted be to take some things down?" John gave him a look that made Matt nervous. Oh boy, he thought, he's angry at me now. Perfect. "Yes. It's mostly just a shopping list. One of the partners is retiring and apparently we are expected to throw her a party. Go get all the supplies we will need. Call a caterer and ask if they are available next Friday night. Order a cake and other deserts and alcohol for later on in the night. Don't forget the Champagne. I don't think I need to tell you again to finish that budget report. Also, call the different departments and make sure they know about this party." "Alright Mr., Hogan, I'll get started on the party list on Monday. Anything else?" Matt asked, hoping there wasn't. The list wasn't too bad; Matt still had a hope of getting home in time to enjoy his Saturday. He should have known better. "No, it will not be done on Monday," John half yelled at Matt, "Do it today. I've seen how long it takes you to do a simple report; you are not putting off preparing for this party until the last minute. Get it done today!" So Close Ch. 01 You're not that fuckin cute! Matt thought. He was pissed. It was on the tip of his tongue to say fuck it, I'm done. You think those two idiots he hired are so useful, why don't they do the report. Oh yeah, they're morons! If those two had done their share Matt never would have had to come in on Saturday, and he wouldn't be in this mess. "Yes sir, it will get done today." Matt answered instead. Maybe if he just agreed to everything it would get him out of here sooner. "That will be all Mr. Taylor." John dismissed him. Matt got up and walked to the door. "Oh, Mr. Taylor?" John asked. "WHAT?" Matt snapped back. John just looked at him, eyebrow raised. "I mean, um, yes Mr. Hogan?" Matt corrected. Oops he thought. "I was just going to say, make sure you don't being a date to the party," John answered. Matt's mouth dropped open. What do you mean no date? John continued, "While this is a party, it is still a work function. You will be getting paid for this, so I expect your full attention on Saturday." "Fine." Matt walked through the door and shut it. He didn't bother trying to be polite; he was too pissed for that. No not pissed he thought to himself as he sat down at his desk. He was fed up. He booted up his computer and leaned his head on his fist while he waited. Not only do I have to go to a party with a bunch of people I don't like, but I have to do it alone now. Oh well, he mused to himself, just one more thing that I do alone. His computer started, and John pulled up the budget report. Best get this shit done I guess, he told himself. It was two hours later when john finally finished the report. He read it over and sent it to the printer. While he waited for the printer to heat up he stood at his desk and stretched. Sitting for hours straight was not good for his back, and he was starting to feel it. He stretched and yawned again, his shirt rising to show a few tanned inches of skin as he did. Matt heard a noise behind him and turned around, mouth still open mid yawn. John stood in the doorway of his office looking at the floor. "I um, I, did you get that report finished yet?" John stammered. "Yep, I have I right here actually," He answered, wonder what Johns problem was now. He never looked at the floor when he talked to someone; that would show a sign of weakness. "It's printing right now." "Oh ok, good, good." John replied, looking matt in the eyes. Wow, those are pretty Matt thought, before snapping himself out of it. He handed the report to his boss, hoping that the report was done to his satisfaction, yet not really caring if it was. He was hungry and needed more coffee, and still had all that ridiculous shopping to do. "Oh, one more thing," John said before he went back into his office, "Can you make some calls to find a decent DJ for the party too? Just make sure that they will play a variety of music. We don't need a bunch of grown adults doing that bumping and grinding shit." "I can do that," Matt replied laughing. "Is there any type of music you prefer to have to dance to then?" He could feel heat creeping into his face; he could believe he's just asked his boss what kind of music he danced to. "Anything that is pleasing to the majority," John answered. "And for your information, I don't dance." "Okay then...I'll see what I can do." Who doesn't dance? Matt wondered to himself. "Thank you Mr. Taylor." John said with a smile, returning to his office. Woahhh is he drunk Matt wondered. He never smiles. Am I drunk? That couldn't have just happened. Laughing to himself, he sat back at his desk and picked up his phone. 6000 calls to make then maybe I can go home he thought, as he dialed the first number. ***** Friday afternoon... Matt was sitting at his desk when his phone rang. "Can you come in here for a minute?" John asked. "Yes, sir, be right there." Matt answered, standing and walking into the office. "Did you need something Mr. Hogan?" "I just wanted to make sure that everything was ready for the party," John answered. "The caterers will be here at 4:00 to start setting up. They are bringing everything with them including the cake, and dinner will start at 6:00. The DJ is going to show up at 7:00 to begin his set up, and that is when the drinks for the party will be delivered as well. I've hired two bartenders who will get here at the same time as the booze to start getting ready. The guests have all been informed of the party, and most have confirmed their attendance. I have informed the local cab company that we will be having a party and they are aware that they are to have some people on standby. Also, I have been assured by the DJ that there will be 'no bumping and grinding shit'. Sir." Matt answered. He hoped that he covered everything that was needed for this party. If he missed something he was sure he would hear about it. "You could have just said that yes, everything is ready for the party Matt." John replied smiling. "I really appreciate all of the effort that you have put into this." "It wasn't a problem sir," Matt answered. Matt? When did he start calling me Matt, he wondered. "If that was all, I was just about to leave, I'm done for today." "That was everything, thank you, see you tonight." John replied. "Um, yeah, see you," Matt answered on his way out the door. He shook his head as he shut it behind him. That was weird right? He wished there was someone around to ask. Oh well. Matt grabbed his bag and keys from the desk and walked to the elevator whistling. Work party, or no work party, he was planning on having a good time tonight. He deserved it. Matt walked through the double doors and walked to his car. Opening the door and getting in, he relaxed for the first time that day. This job must be getting to me, he thought, rubbing the tension from his neck while putting the keys in the ignition. Turning the key and waiting, it took him a minute to realize that his car wasn't starting. Holy fucking perfect he thought. This cannot be happening. He turned the key again and got the same result. Fuck me he thought. He left his bag in the car, and locked his doors before walking back into the building. He walked up to the front desk to ask to use the phone when he heard a voice behind him. "Matt?" Fucking lovely, he thought. He turned around and there was John, with a questioning look on his face. "I thought you left already. You have to be back here in two hours to make sure everything is running smoothly for this party. What are you doing?" Matt sighed. He could feel his neck tensing up again. "My car won't start so I have to call a tow company and then call Alex to come pick me up." John shook his head, "Come on then," he said striding toward the door briefcase in hand. Matt took a minute to admire the view of John from behind before he realized John was looking back at him. "Um what? Come on where?" He asked. "I can give you a drive home," John answered. "It's on my way anyway. And you may as well leave your car here for the night anyway, there's nothing you can do about it tonight, it's the weekend. There are no shops open. Unless you want to pay their weekend tow rates. It's up to you." John turned and kept walking. Matt thought about accepting the drive from John. It couldn't hurt anything right? He hadn't thought about the tow fee, plus by the time Alex got here Matt wouldn't have enough time to get ready for the party. Here goes nothing he thought. "Alright, wait up," he muttered, jogging to catch up to his boss. So Close Ch. 02 I can't believe this is happening right now Matt thought to himself. Stupid hand me down car. He really should have known better than to accept a car, a free car at that, from his brother. Mike never gave away anything for free. "I really do appreciate this Sir," Matt told John as they walked across the parking lot. "Don't mention it." John replied, glancing back at Matt. "Your house is on my way home as I said earlier, it's really no problem" John dug his keys of his jacket pocket and hit the button to unlock the doors. "You may want to start putting out a few calls to have the car picked up on Monday though." "I plan on it." Matt answered as they approached John's car. Matt could not help the grin that crept across his face as he opened the passenger side door. John had driven to work today in his '07 Camaro. Matt didn't know much about cars but he knew what he liked, and he definitely liked what saw. The weather had gotten much cooler over the past few months, so Matt knew that shortly this beautiful piece of machinery would be put to bed for the winter. But not today. He got into the car and reached for his seatbelt. Buckling it, he looked over and watched John get in. "What?" John asked sharply. "What, what?" Matt replied lost, grin fading. "You were staring at me grinning your fool head off," John answered. "Do I have something on my face?" He asked looking into the mirror. "Oh, no you don't, sorry," said Matt, blushing. "I was just admiring your car I guess, and got lost in thought. Pretty sexy. Car I mean!" Awesome, he thought, he's going to think I was sitting here perving on him. "Yeah, I get that a lot. About the car I mean. Thank you. Are you ready to go?" John asked. "Yes, Sir." Matt answered. "Can we cool it with the 'Sir' thing for a while?" John asked. "While I appreciate it at the office, outside of work I prefer to be called John." "Sure thing s...John." Matt replied. "Good. We have to get a move on or we're going to be late for this party. Not a good look for the boss," John said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot into traffic. They drove in silence. Matt watched out his window at the buildings and people they drove past. He started to contemplate, as he often did, about where his life was going. He liked to think that he was headed in the right direction, but when he really let himself think about it, he realized he was near lost. He had a job that most days he did not enjoy. Sure he had friends, but they could only do so much for him. He had a big empty house, and now he had a car that didn't want to work. He had lots of family, but none that he was close to anymore. Ever since his mother passed away home just didn't feel the same. He made and received the required number of phone calls every year, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on the home front. As for having a man in his life, Matt hadn't been on a date in more than a year, and was starting to think that would not change any time soon. He didn't have time for much other than work in his life right now, and while work was something, it was not enough. He knew that if he wanted things in life that he was going to have to work for them, so every day he sucked it up and did what he had to do. Things had to fall into place sometime right? Matts head bounced against the window he wasn't even aware that he had been leaning on. He shook his head and was surprised to note that he was now sitting in his driveway. "Home sweet home." John stated dryly. "I didn't even notice that we were in my neighborhood," Matt laughed, shaking his head to rid himself of the somber thoughts he had been having. "Thank you so much, again, for the drive John!" "You're very welcome, again," John replied with one his rare smiles. "You better hurry up and go get ready. We have to be back by 6:00 at the latest, so we're really pushing it here for time." "I'm going, I'm going," Matt said getting out of the car. He closed the door and started up the walk to the door. "See you later!" He called back to John. John was already backing out of the driveway, not looking at Matt. Oh well, he thought to himself. He unlocked the door and opened it to Duke standing there wagging his tail. "Gotta go pee?" He asked the dog. Duke turned and ran for the patio door. Thought so, Matt laughed quietly to himself. He opened to door and let the dog out, before turning and heading to his bedroom. He opened his closet and surveyed all that it had to offer. What to wear, what to wear, he wondered to himself. He grabbed a pair of black pants, and a shirt in dark purple. He grabbed the jacket that matched the pants and laid it on the bed. He turned to the dresser, and grabbing a fresh pair of his favorite boxer briefs to throw on the bed, headed to the bathroom. He turned the shower on before stripping his clothes off and leaving them in a pile on the floor. While the shower heated, he brushed his teeth, watching himself in the mirror. When steam started filling the bathroom, he turned on the radio he kept in there and jumped in the shower. Head bouncing to the beat, he grabbed his shampoo, opened the cap and poured some into his hair. He put the bottle back on the shelf and started to lather his hair. Lightly singing with the radio, he rinsed his hair and started soaping up his body. While running his soapy hands across his body, he let himself sway to the music. He drew his hands across his chest, massaging lightly and sighed. He could feel some one the tension from the day leaving his body. His hands wandered further down his torso, until they reached the start of his pubic hair. He grazed his fingertips back and forth just below where the hair started. He felt his belly jump at his own touch, and continued his exploration of his own body. Soon, he was fantasizing that it was someone else with their hands on his body. He let his head fall back as the hands on his body finally came into contact with his erect penis. He looked down and in his mind saw the dark hair of his fantasy man, as his hands roamed over Matt's lower body. Gripping his erection lightly, Matt imagined that it was this other man tormenting him into pleasure. Hand moving back and forth over his erection, he sighed in pleasure. Stroking faster, he imaged the dark haired man taking his penis into his mouth. Matt moaned and let the man continue with the stroking and suction. Matt looked down and watched the dark head bob back and forth on his penis, shuddering with pleasure. He ran his hands through this imaginary man's hair and moaned with pleasure. He soaped up one of his fingers and reached back to run it along his crack. Shuddering with pleasure, he did it again, this time continuing on between his cheeks, to the swollen rosebud hidden there. As his finger came into contact with his hole, his body shook with pleasure. He massaged his finger back and forth, enjoying the sensations shooting through his body. The sucking on his dick became harder, the stroking faster. Feeling himself starting to let go, he again looked down at the man on his knees in front of him. Matt inhaled, feeling is orgasm starting and threw his head back. He moaned as he came, looking down as his orgasm came to an end, breathing heavily. Startled to see green eyes looking back at him, he watched his dream lover fade away. Body now spent, Matt shook his head, sighed and turned off the water. Wow, he thought to himself as he toweled the water off his body. That was different. He shrugged his shoulders before wrapping himself in his towel and walking back to the kitchen. He put down some food and water for Duke, before letting him back in the house. Duke wagged his tail happily before baking a beeline for his food. Matt laughed at the dog and walked back to his bedroom. He checked the clock and was surprised to see that he still had a bit of time to get ready. Dropping the towel he picked up his underwear and put it on. He reached in to arrange himself before grabbing his pants and putting them on as well. He picked up his damp towel, shirt and jacket and headed back out to the main part of the house. He entered the laundry room threw his shirt and damp towel in the dryer before turning it on to get the wrinkles out of his shirt. Note to self, he though, invest in ironing board. Going to the kitchen he took the can of coffee out of the cupboard and proceeded to make himself a pot. Five minutes later he poured himself a cup before heading back to the bathroom to give himself a quick shave with his electric razor. Normally he liked to use his razor and soap, but the electric one would be good enough for the evening. He thought the scruffy look it gave him was better suited for a party. Done shaving, he took a deep drink from his cup before walking back to the kitchen. He checked the clock and noticed that it was time to call a cab to take him to the party. After hanging up the phone Matt started towards the laundry room. He took two steps before the doorbell rang. Holy fast cab company he thought, before rushing to the door. "I'll just be a minute," he started, opening the door, and got the shock of his life when he saw that familiar pair of green eyes looking back at him. "Oh! What are you..." "Are you not ready yet?" John asked. "I, what, you, ummm..." Matt stammered. What was John doing here? "Almost, I just have to grab my shirt." Matt answered, realizing that he was still standing in the doorway with his boss, with no shirt on. Blushing, he backed up. "Come in for a minute, sorry. There's coffee." Matt hurried off to the laundry room. He threw his shirt on, and buttoning it walked back to the kitchen. There he found John, looking quite at home sitting at his kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on the way to the party?" He asked, confused. "Yes I should, as should you." John replied calmly. "You have no car remember? I figured you might appreciate the drive." Just then there was a honk from outside. Looking out the window, John raised an eyebrow. "My mistake, looks like you have one," he said. "Well yes," Matt answered, "I'm a grown ass man, I know how to call a cab to go somewhere." He didn't mean to sound so rude, but he was slightly annoyed by the man in his kitchen right now. Appreciate the drive? If I had expected the drive I would have asked he thought to himself. But that's The Dick for you. "One minute," he said to John, before heading out the door. John watched out the window as Matt had a short conversation with the cab driver, before he backed out of the driveway. "He mad?" John asked as Matt walked back in. "Kind of," Matt answered, "I'm sure they don't appreciate coming all the way out here just to be told never mind." "Oh well," John said, finishing his coffee. "Are you about ready or what?" "Just have to grab my shoes," Matt replied, slipping his jacket over his shoulders. He rushed back to his room to grab his dress shoes before coming back out. "Ready now, let's go." They left the house, and walked down to John's car. Matt inhaled deeply as he got into the car. You'll be fine, he told himself. What's a few more minutes in the car with him? John started the car and backed out of the driveway. Pulling into the street they were on their way. Sitting beside John, Matt realized that he could smell whatever cologne it was the John wore. It smelled woodsy and male. Matt found that he didn't mind the smell, he liked it actually. Not good, he thought to himself. A man in a vest who smells good? Oh boy. Matt laughed to himself. "What's so funny?" John asked. "Oh, um, nothing" Matt answered. He hadn't realized that he laughed out loud. "If you say so," John said, glancing over at Matt. "Are you ready for this?" "Ready for what?" Matt asked. "It's a party." "It is also a work function," John replied. "There will be clients there as well as employees so make sure you make a good impression." When do I ever make a bad one Matt thought to himself, rolling his eyes. "I saw that," John said. "Shouldn't your eyes be on the road or something?" Matt answered, embarrassed to have been caught rolling his eyes at the boss. "I'm a great multi-tasker," John said, grinning. Wow, he's got nice teeth too, Matt thought to himself. Was there anything about this man that was not perfect? Other than his sparkling personality, Matt corrected himself. "Yes, Sir, I'm sure you are" Matt said, refraining from rolling his eyes again. "Matt, I thought we talked about the Sir thing." John said with a strange look on his face. If Matt didn't know any better he would have thought that John's feelings were hurt. "I just figured since we are on the way to a work function..." "You figured wrong," John said. "Let's just stick with John for the evening." "Sure thing John," Matt said. John pulled into the office parking lot and shut off his car. Both men climbed out of the car, and John hit the button to lock the doors. They walked to the building together, not talking. As they reached the building, John opened the door and held it for Matt. "Thanks," Matt said, walking into the building. "You're welcome" John answered, as they walked down the hall towards the ballroom that was located on the ground floor of the building. Reaching the room, he again held the door open for Matt. After thanking John again, he walked into the room and looked around. He was impressed by the job the decorators had done. The large, usually empty room was filled with tables and chairs for the guests. Decorations of red and black were tastefully displayed around the room. "I have a few things to do before we eat," John said, walking away. "Alrighty then," Matt answered, watching him leave. He took a minute to admire that which was purely masculine walk away from him. "I totally just saw that," Matt heard from behind him. Grinning, he turned around. "Alexis! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in forever you crazy bitch," Matt laughed. Alexis was one of the most sought after editors in the city. She was usually off across the country dealing with clients, so Matt was surprised to see her here. "Couldn't miss a party, now could I," she answered, grinning herself. Alexis was a gorgeous women, who usually dressed to kill and tonight was no exception. She was wearing a red dress, the color so deep it was almost the color of wine. One strap sloped across her shoulder, and fit her body like a second skin. Matt stepped back for a minute to admire her beauty. Her dark hair was done in some type of artful up-do. Diamond earring glimmered at her ears, and a bracelet sparkled on her wrist. Black heels and red polish on her toes finished the outfit. "You're looking gorgeous as usual" Matt said, meaning it. "Thank you! You're looking pretty handsome yourself," she complimented Matt. "We do what we can," he said, laughing. "I've missed you! Where have you been?" "Oh you know, here and there,' Alexis answered, winking. "So did I just see you walking in with The Dick? When did that happen?" she inquired. "Nothing has happened you crazy woman," Matt said, "and keep it down will you?" Alexis was the only other person besides Alex who knew of Matt's sexuality, and while he was by no means ashamed of it, he was not ready to have his personal business be part of the office gossip. "Oh hush you silly thing," Alexis said, slapping Matt lightly on the arm. "Nobody is listening. Although, if you do not want people to know then you probably shouldn't spend your time staring at the bosses ass as he walks away from you," she remarked, eyes twinkling. "I wasn't staring, I was simply..." Matt didn't know what to say. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Alexis laughed. "Let's go find someplace to sit." They found a nearly empty table and sat down. Alexis flagged down a waiter and grabbed two glasses of wine from his tray. Giving one to Matt, she raised he glass to a toast. "Here's to an interesting night" "Not as interesting as last time," Matt answered laughing, sipping from his glass. The last time they had been at a work party together, they had both overindulged before leaving the party to head for a bar. They then spend the night drinking and picking up different people throughout the night. The next day they had both felt so sick that they vowed to never drink that much again. Matt still gagged a little if anyone mentioned tequila. "Spoilsport," Alexis laughed. "Matt a spoilsport? I don't believe it," they heard from behind them. They both turned to see Doug and Aaron, aka Dumb and Dumber, standing there laughing. "Who are these chuckle heads?" Alexis asked Matt, not caring that they could obviously hear her. Matt grinned. This should be good he thought to himself, sipping more wine. "Alexis, meet Doug and Aaron, two new assistants Mr. Hogan hired to help me." "Ahh yes, okay," she replied coolly, "I can just imagine how helpful they are. Go away children" "Children? We're just trying to have a little fun, right Aaron?" Doug asked. "Exactly," Aaron replied. "The party is a dud, so we thought we'd come talk to the prettiest lady in the room." Alexis raised an eyebrow and glanced at the two men. "Flattery will get you nowhere, so I suggest you go away now," she said before looking away. "Rude bitch" one of them muttered under their breath before scrambling away at the look Alexis shot at them. She laughed, before flagging the waiter down for two more glasses of wine. "Oh my God, what was the boss man thinking hiring them. I'm sure they share the same brain between them, and that neither of them knows how to use it." Alexis asked. "They look like a couple of clowns who escaped from the circus." "I have no idea what he saw in them, maybe you should ask." Matt answered. "They are nothing more than money sucking pains in the ass who do as little work possible, and complain about the work that they are given. They would much rather discuss the office gossip then work, and try and take credit for work that is not theirs. Whenever I do finally get them to do something they act as if it was the hardest task ever assigned to man, and only do a half assed job of it anyway," Matt ranted. "What The Dick was smoking that day I have no idea but he should really start to share." "Um, Matt..." Alexis started, only to be cut off by Matt. "No, really though, there is no excuse as to why they are still employed here. If it was my company I would have fired them long ago. Scratch that, I never would have hired them. Useless couple of morons is what they are." "Matt!" Alexis said sharply. "What?" he asked. He looked at her face and noticed her eyes jerk to a spot behind his head. Matt could feel the blood draining from his face. He turned around to see John standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey there Matty," So Close Ch. 02 Joe burst out laughing. "How rude would that be?" I slapped his ass sharply in frustration. "Haven't you done enough?!" I cried. He grabbed my throat and pinned me underneath him, glaring at me. "Did I say you could move?" "N...no?" His hand came down roughly on my ass. "Call me sir." "What?" I spat out in a half chuckle. His hand came down again, only firmer and I gasped from the impact. "I said you will call me sir." I smirked. "Why don't you make me?" Anger sparked on his face and he flipped me onto my back, pulled on my hips until my ass was sticking in the air, and pulled on my ponytail while he began spanking me. "You like this, don't you slut?" he whispered in my ear. "Mmmm yes" His hand hit my pussy and I jumped. "Yes, sir! I love it when you spank me." "You're a filthy slut," he stated. Joe released my hair and gave me the harshest slap of all, making me fall onto my face with its force. He shimmied around until his cock was in my face. "You want this?" he asked. I looked into his gorgeous green eyes and admitted, "Yes," wondering how he would punish me next. He grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks together, demanding I open my mouth. I complied and he teased my tongue with his cock, obviously enjoying it, from the concentrated look on his face. "Suck my cock," was all the warning I had before he grabbed my ponytail once more and began shoving his member up and down my throat. He fucked my face thoroughly, occasionally grunting as he did so. And I fucking liked it. Tears were dripping off my face and I was gagging, but God help me I liked it. When he was finished with me Joe threw my onto my back, told me to hold my tits together and God damn it, keep my mouth open. He pushed his rock-hard dick between my breasts and began fucking them, only his tip meeting my tongue. I managed to free one hand so I could fondle his balls and he moaned, fucking me harder. "You're a dirty whore, making me this hard." I gently squeezed his sack in response. He growled and threw my legs over his shoulder, popping himself into me before I realized what he was up to. I cried out before he held onto my throat and pounded me mercilessly. He fucked me until tears began falling out of my eyes and I wanted to rip my hair out, so intense was my pleasure. I held my breasts and moaned unabashedly, until his hand swung across my face and I understood to be quiet. "Joeee," I moaned softly. "Yes, love?" he replied breathlessly. I pulled him towards me and practically growled in his ear, "Fuck. Me." He kissed me deeply and removed himself from my pussy, flipping me around onto my back. His hands held mine behind my back and I arched it in anticipation, my face buried in the blankets. I could feel the heat from his cock positioned at my entrance, and I squirmed, waiting to be annihilated. Bam! His whole length thrusted into me with incredible velocity, before making a slow retreat. Again! He fucked me hard and slow until my juice began dripping onto the blankets. Steadily he built up speed until he was fucking me the way a woman deserves to be fucked. In and out, his entire eight inches would bang into my wet cunt. I thought I would lose my mind before my walls started clenching furiously around his already throbbing cock, and I screamed and tumbled into the abysses of orgasm. Joe grinded his cock into me as I came, until he collapsed onto me, shaking and grunting into my ear. We both lied there for a few moments, kissing affectionately. He lay on his back and wrapped me into his strong arms, allowing me to fall asleep with my head on his chest and a satisfied smile on my lips.