Tryn closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he looked around Glich's quarters. It was strange, seeing the room devoid of Glich's usual entourage. The silence was almost deafening.
He had been attracted to Glich for a long time, but he had never worked up the courage to act on it. He had always been too afraid of rejection, of ruining their professional relationship. But today, something inside of him had snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to know.
Glich looked up from his desk, surprised to see Tryn standing there. He quickly stood up, unsure of what to do. Tryn took a step forward, his eyes locked on Glich's. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he reached out to touch Glich's arm.
Glich flinched at the sudden contact, but he didn't pull away. Tryn took it as a sign to continue, running his hand up Glich's arm and across his shoulder. He could feel Glich's muscles tense under his touch, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
Glich's breath hitched as Tryn's hand grazed his neck. He could feel his body responding to Tryn's touch, but his mind was reeling. This wasn't supposed to happen. Glich was his boss, for heaven's sake.
Tryn smirked, pleased with Glich's reaction. He leaned in closer, his other hand reaching out to cup Glich's cheek. Glich's eyes fluttered shut as Tryn's lips brushed against his. He could feel himself melting into the kiss, his arms instinctively wrapping around Tryn's waist.
Tryn deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Glich's mouth. He could feel Glich's body pressed against his, and he couldn't help but grind his hips against Glich's. Glich gasped as he felt Tryn's arousal. He pulled back, his eyes wide with shock.
"Tryn, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tryn grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, his hand tracing down Glich's chest.
Glich swatted his hand away, trying to regain his composure. "This isn't a joke, Tryn. I'm your boss," he said, trying to sound stern.
Tryn chuckled, his hand returning to Glich's chest. "You're not my boss right now," he said, his fingers tracing the outline of Glich's nipple.
Glich's breath hitched as Tryn's fingers circled his nipple. He could feel himself getting harder, and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. Tryn took advantage of Glich's weakness, his hand traveling down Glich's stomach and into his pants. He wrapped his hand around Glich's cock, eliciting a moan from Glich.
"Tryn, we can't do this," Glich said, even as he thrust his hips into Tryn's hand.
"Why not?" Tryn asked, his lips brushing against Glich's ear.
"Because it's unprofessional," Glich replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tryn chuckled, his hand still moving up and down Glich's cock. "Who's here to see us?" he asked, his lips brushing against Glich's neck.
Glich moaned, his head falling back. "No one," he admitted.
Tryn smirked, his hand moving faster. "Then who's going to know?" he asked, his lips brushing against Glich's jaw.
Glich gasped, his hands clutching at Tryn's shoulders. "Tryn, I'm going to come," he warned.
Tryn grinned, his hand moving even faster. "Then come for me, Glich," he said, his lips brushing against Glich's ear.
Glich cried out as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure. Tryn continued to stroke him until he was spent, then he pulled back, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, his hand tracing down Glich's chest.
Glich blushed, his eyes avoiding Tryn's. "No, it wasn't," he admitted.
Tryn chuckled, his hand still moving down Glich's chest. "Good, because I have a feeling we're going to be doing that a lot more often," he said, his lips brushing against Glich's ear.
Glich shivered, his body responding to Tryn's words. He knew Tryn was right. He couldn't resist him, no matter how hard he tried.
End of Chapter One.
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