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July 2027
They had only sold 12 tickets all the past week...
Dr. Henry Loomis gazed at the skeletons in his museum with a mixture of awe and disappointment – one was an all too familiar feeling he had grown up with, and the other stemmed from the harsh truth he had learned for the past few months. Why wouldn’t people appreciate these creatures anymore? Dinosaurs were proof that life had once been grand and majestic, not suffocating, not taxing, and certainly not deceitful. But when the creatures that had once dominated Earth came back to remind us of the lessons of harmony with nature, the human kind had treated them like entertainments and liabilities, which was only slightly better than threats. And Henry was fed up with that perspective.
He heard footsteps coming from behind him – footsteps of a pair of leather shoes that cost as much as his breakfasts for a whole month.
A hand snuck around his waist, strong and draped with wool, and Henry instinctively turned his head for a kiss.
“Hey, babe, how was your day?” his boyfriend, Martin Krebs asked.
They’d met a year ago at a café, a funny story that involved a Stegosaurus, Henry’s favorite species. It had not been in Henry’s intentions to fall in love with a millionaire who worked for a pharmaceutical company, and neither had it been Martin’s expectation to fall head over heels for a dinosaur geek. But here they were.
“The taking down of these fossils has been going on well,” Henry allowed himself to be vulnerable through his humor, as always. “There has not been any visitors anyway.” That tinge of sadness was obvious to Martin.
Martin couldn’t share the same level of interest as Henry when it came to these dinosaurs, cause all they did was cause inconveniences between him and his morning coffee on his way to work. But they were one of the sources of Henry’s happiness (only after Martin himself, of course). And so, Martin had pulled a few strings for Henry’s museum to be funded for a while until Henry called it off, which he was sure because of the fact that the public outright declared that the giant creatures were more of a menace than an attraction. When the sparkles in the eyes of children had died and he heard one little girl wish that dinosaurs had never come back, Martin knew that Henry had made a point when he had asked to cease the funding.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Martin said, hands running around Henry’s waist.
“It was not unexpected,” Henry clarified. “I thought that we could still make a difference, but it turns out not.” He eyed his boyfriend, who was dressed up all in black. Martin had never failed to seduce him in his business suits in times like these. And Henry had learned to allow himself some minor distractions.
“Maybe once the Paleodioxin is announced, people will change their minds,” Martin gave him another small kiss as an encouragement.
“Extracting DNAs from three largest species to ever live on Earth won’t make people suddenly interested in learning about their corpses,” Henry quipped, not intending to sound mean, as his boyfriend had already known the underlying emotions behind that. But Martin had never failed to find the humor in his boyfriend’s words.
“Honey, you’re missing the point,” Martin called him out after an amused chuckle.
“Well, I’m gonna miss them dearly,” Henry changed the subject, and turned his attention to a skeleton of a T-Rex that had yet been dissembled.
“Look on the bright side, you will get to see them in the real natural environment,” Martin nonchalantly dragged him back to the topic he had prepared beforehand as if it was the easiest thing to say in the world. “Not just like visiting zoos anymore.”
Henry turned around to face his boyfriend again, expression obviously stunned. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you are to join me on this expedition,” Martin answered, obviously amused.
“I thought I’d only be advising,” Henry scoffingly repeated what Parker-Genix had said.
“Yes, in person,” Martin answered triumphantly. And when Henry tilted his head like a golden retriever, Martin went on to elaborate. “I told the board that none of the crew members were experts like you, in identifying species or predicting behaviors.”
Henry let out an organic laugh, still unmeasurably amused by his boyfriend’s cunningness.
“Why can’t you admit that you’ll miss me?” Henry joked.
“Well, I’m admitting it right now. Are you happy?” Martin pouted, prompting another chuckle from his boyfriend. His boyfriend had been relentless against the board of directors that paid him hefty loads of money to lead his luxurious life and to facilitate this trip that was obviously to bring them manifolds back. Martin loved his job, but when his company upset his boyfriend, he knew which was his priority.
Henry blinked again, still unconvinced. “Wait, are you serious?”
“No,” Martin tried to keep a straight face, while his hands naughtily snuck under Henry’s sweater. “Would you believe me if I told you I only said that so you’d let me suck your dick?”
Henry felt the blood rushing into his cheeks at how blunt the proposal was. “Martin, we’re in a museum!!” It was a good thing the crew who helped Henry with the packaging had left for the day. Yet, there were always CCTVs, but they could deal with that later.
“What about that time you did it in my office?” Martin sarcastically made his point.
“That was different, we were alone,” Henry argued, yet still letting Martin run his hands on his chest.
“I don’t think these dead things are going to judge,” Martin kissed him on the neck. “So, do you want to do it now while we have this vast space to ourselves or do you want to wait to do it in front of an alive dinosaur on that island?”
Henry burst out laughing even harder, as if testifying to the fossils in this exhibition, if they had ears, that Martin’s sense of humor was one of the reasons why Henry loved him so much.
So when that laughter died down, and Martin still looked at him with a longing gaze, casually wetting his lips like he was about to wolf down a snack, Henry decided to throw his caution to the wind. If Martin wasn’t afraid of having his reputation ruined by having sex with a man in a museum, there was nothing for him to fear either.
He grabbed Martin by his blazer, pulling him in for a deep kiss, knowing that Martin always appreciated it when he initiated start of the main course. Martin faltered a little but eventually took the lead. They made it to a table next to the colossal skeleton of the Mosasaurus. Henry rested his arms on the wooden surface, completely oblivious towards his paperwork scattered there, while Martin knelt down and unzipped his pants.
“You seem eager, doctor. Perhaps I should pay you in advance,” Martin smirked mischievously.
Henry was unable to make a comeback for that joke when his huge cock disappeared into Martin’s mouth. Through the glasses, those dreamy hazelnut-colored eyes watched as Martin moved his head along the length of his shaft. It was not something he was not familiar with, but the fact that they were doing it in a museum made it a hundred times more exciting – he’d spent his whole life studying these animals, now he wanted these skeletons to witness how happy he was in a relationship with a man sent from heaven to him... and also, they could get caught any minute.
Martin paused occasionally, teasing Henry by giving his cock a few strokes with his hand instead of his mouth. His boyfriend with his slutty glasses looked way hotter from this angle up. “You seem to have forgotten we’re in a museum.”
“Yeah, stop talking,” was all Henry could afford to say.
Martin laughed naughtily and went back to the fellatio, and Henry panted even harder. The amount of ‘fucks’ coming out his mouth had already proven not living up to his doctorate title, but Henry was never someone who played by the book.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Henry swore, unable to hold back any longer.
Martin stayed silent, unceremoniously letting the stream of white liquid pour into his mouth and all over his suit and tie. The kink and the excitement were there, ringing within his trembling knees. And he knew he could have it all, at the cost of doing the laundry discreetly tonight.
The pharmaceutical businessman was on his leather shoes again, checking out his clothes now all draped in his boyfriend’s semen, while Henry looked at him like he was a masterpiece belonging to the museum as much as the dinosaurs – agonizingly fascinating.
“If you don’t mind, I could really use a towel or something to clean myself,” Martin said when he caught Henry staring.
But then the doctor grabbed him and started kissing him again, unfazed by his own semen smeared all over his boyfriend’s face, and completely pleased with the taste he was so familiar with when their lips made the contact.
“My turn,” Henry claimed firmly when they parted, when he met the hungry, needy eyes of his boyfriend that spoke more than words.
The paleontologist knelt and unzipped Martin’s pants. That equally huge cock rested perfectly on his hand until he devoured it. Unlike Henry in the first round, Martin didn’t have a point of contact to lean against, so he attached his leather heels to the ground and stood firm, vigorously moving his hips along the rhythm of Henry’s head.
God, he really wanted to shoot his juice over those slutty glasses.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, doctor,” Martin announced, when his watch that cost more than a house ran along his boyfriend’s sideburns, gently guiding Henry’s eyes to his face. No matter what position they were in, he always wanted Henry’s face to be what he saw. The use of Henry’s academic title sent satisfaction down his spine, as he knew Martin always liked teasing him like that when they had sex.
A few more pumps later from Henry’s delicate lips, and Martin felt the climax was inching closer. “Fuck, Henry, can I cum on your face?”
No words came out of the cock-stuffed mouth of the doctor. He halted the fellatio and gave his boyfriend’s rod a few more strokes until he shot his juice all over Henry’s glasses, and into open mouth. A few drops dripped down to Henry’s cashmere sweater, which he usually didn’t allow even a drop of coffee.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful!” Martin complimented the view, whereas Henry let himself enjoy the moment as Martin’s semen covered his sight.
Henry stood up and took off his glasses, trying to take a look at Martin, only to be grabbed by the other man who kissed him again. Henry let him do. It was only fair he tasted his own juice as well.
“Now, how about a towel?” Martin grunted when they had parted, after a whole minute of admiring the other’s face. Though he liked the ecstatic sensation of what they had just done, he’d prefer not letting anyone actually see them both all covered in each other’s juice that was slowly drying up.
“Right, wait here, I’ll go get some,” Henry answered, and Martin couldn’t help but feel he was beyond adorable, despite how many times they had had sex. “And you...” Henry turned his back while his heels were still in motion, pointing to Martin’s direction, “are doing laundry tonight.”
“Deal!” Martin shouted back, with a naughty grin that came after. “Just hurry up so we could walk to the car in decency!”
They probably should do something about the CCTVs before they left.