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You Can Leave Your Hat On
After stepping into the room, Sawyer moved to the side, so he could see Harlan’s expression for himself. It was well worth it. He watched as the other man smiled as he took in the burning candles sporadically placed around dimly lit room. Then he watched as Harlan’s smile fell as soon as his gaze landed on the money spread out across the coffee table. “Do you like?” Sawyer asked lightly. |
Frowning, Harlan glanced from the table to Sawyer. “What’s all this?” “I told you I had everything ready.” Walking around him, Sawyer picked up the small white remote control off the table, pointed it towards the entertainment center and clicked play. The sexy crooning voice of Marvin Gaye filled the room as Sawyer strolled over to the couch and made himself comfortable. “All right go ahead. Hop right on it.” “On what?” Sawyer leaned forward and patted the oak wood. “The table, of course. It’s sturdy, and as long as you’re not jumping up and down, I’m sure it will hold you. Come on. Get started.” Harlan stood stock-still in the middle of the floor, and stared in bewilderment. “What’s going on?” “I think it’s more than obvious.” Sawyer swiped a five-dollar bill from the table and dangled it from between his fingertips. Staring Harlan directly in the eye, Sawyer spoke in a firm no nonsense tone. “You want to perform. I want to be fair and make sure you get paid for services rendered.” Harlan’s face clouded with rage. “Fuck you.” “Don’t worry.” Sawyer dropped his hand, money and all on his crotch and rubbed. “I’m sure I have enough money here for that, as well.” “My ass isn’t for sale.” “Funny, that’s not the impression you gave.” Sawyer stood, dropping the money to the floor in his haste. A renewed sense of anger filled him as he thought back to the video. Yes, he had enjoyed it, but he hadn’t enjoyed having the proof of what Harlan did, day in and day out, thrown in his face. Tilting his head to the side, he regarded the other man with unguarded derision. “I have to hand it to you, you’re a natural.” Instead of storming off as he thought Harlan would, Harlan took a step closer to him, his body radiating with unfettered anger. “Tell me something, Professor. What pisses you off more, the fact I sent you the video, forcing you to watch me and see me in a way you’ve never admitted but longed to do for so long?” Harlan raked his heated gaze over Sawyer’s body. “Or the fact you loved it?” “What can I say? You’re good at your job.” “You’re damn straight I am. And you hate it.” “Nothing new there.” Sawyer was hard pressed to keep the scorn out of his voice. He loathed the idea of other men looking at Sawyer, lusting after him, when he couldn’t openly admire him the way he wanted to. “Did you really think I was going to be pleased you sent it?” “You know, for a moment there, I did.” Harlan’s disappointment was heavy in his voice. “And I still think that. I bet you’ve watched it over and over again.” “Don’t push me, Harlan.” Sawyer rounded the table. “Just walk away now.” “I’m willing to bet you beat off while watching me stroke my cock.” Harlan took another step, then another, eating up the space between them until there was nothing but room and opportunity. “Did you come right away, or did you match your performance to my own?” Sawyer moved so suddenly Harlan’s words came to a quick and brutal death as Sawyer grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and brought him in closer to him. “I warned you, Harlan, in so many ways, to keep your distance.” “And I’ve ignored you.” “And now you’re going to pay the consequences.” Being up close and personal like this was playing havoc on Sawyer’s head and his cock. “I’m not afraid of you, Sawyer.” “You should be.”
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