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Joshua and Dion were far too busy these days.
As a young Associate Professor, Joshua had his lecture on Monday mornings at 8 am. He prided himself on winning the award for Best Lecturer twice in a row, and he spent most of his Sundays perfecting it. Dion told him that he was riveting when he spoke at length about anything, but Dion was clearly biased.
There was a lot more work with running a class of course, and on top of that, Joshua had his research. And on top of that, Joshua was working on his third book. He admitted to a gift for explaining more mundane historical events and tying them into how they eventually affected the course of things that came after. He prided himself also on historical accuracy and clear citations, although his books sold like they were the latest thrillers.
He found it odd that at book signings people would bring enlarged author’s photos of him to sign with hearts and dedications in addition to the books themselves, but he was happy as long as more people were reading about their history.
Between all of his work, having a weekly standing dinner with Clive’s family, and speaking at book events and the occasional morning talk show, he was hardly ever home.
Dion was no better, having left his family firm half a decade ago to a startup, and building it up since then to become a major competitor. He worked late nights and traveled often. He had a surprising number of “team building events,” and he told Joshua how important they were to retention and performance of his employees.
So it was that after a scorchingly hot engagement in which they could not keep their hands off of each other, and indeed nearly being caught in flagrante by an entire bus worth’s of retirees on a remote beach that had not been as remote as they thought, they now spent more nights a week away from each other than together. Even when they were home, they fell into bed exhausted and were asleep before they got very far.
They had tried scheduling “Special Time” on their calendars, but it kept getting moved as they were constantly called away. Or they would get triple booked over their Special Time, which was so wrong.
It had gone on for too long this time. Joshua was starting to feel it acutely, not only missing Dion’s arms around him but Dion’s mouth and tongue and oh but the man had the most ridiculous chest and abs and thighs. Yes, Joshua could lose himself writing and researching. Yes, he was passionate about his work. But as he boarded his flight home from his latest event, he felt a burning of a different kind of flame in his chest, one that traveled down very insistently to his groin.
He checked the calendar: there was Special Time tonight and for once, there was nothing else booked over it.
Once off his flight, he had to grit his teeth to keep from asking his taxi driver to drive faster. He flung open the taxi doors even before the vehicle had even fully stopped in front of their home, and it seemed to take an eternity for the driver to pop open the trunk so he could grab his bag. He thanked the man distractedly and used his long legs to sprint the short distance to the door. It felt urgent to move fast, to run ahead of all of their responsibilities, before a new calendar event popped up over their Special Time.
He closed the front door with a little too much force, dropped his bags, and strode his way towards the kitchen. It was Wednesday evening, and he knew he would find Dion there.
Indeed, there he was, with his work shirt and tie and his sleeves rolled up over his toned forearms. Joshua thought he could eat those forearms. Dion was slightly bent over, pulling out the garbage bags from under the sink. His light gray slacks hugged his ass so well it was obscene.
Dion looked up and they locked eyes.
Joshua found his breath hitching. What a gaze Dion had. Light brown eyes that were so sweet and beautiful on their own, set in a face with the cleanest jawline.
The man personified competence.
And that competence was pure sex. That competence was appraising Joshua up and down and Joshua could tell that Dion was thinking the same thing he was.
Joshua had to restrain himself from jumping Dion on the spot. Because Dion had a can and a bottle in one hand and he was sorting the recycling.
Because today was Wednesday, and “Sort Recycling” was right before “Special Time” on the calendar.
Because sorting the recycling was important. Joshua believed in it. He really did.
Joshua closed his hands into fists to control himself. He was already half hard, and truly, Dion’s slacks were too well tailored because he could see that Dion was in the same state. “Hurry,” he gritted out.
Dion looked at his hands. “Three minutes,” he promised.
Joshua nodded and strode into the bedroom, undressing himself in the process. He was in the process of pulling his shirt out of his pants when familiar hands went around his waist from behind and rucked up the rest of his shirt for him.
He turned around and there, Dion’s arms were around him and they were kissing, immediately open-mouthed with tongues exploring urgently, a precursor for more penetration to come as they hurriedly tried to undress each other without separating. Dion pulled Joshua’s shirt down off his arms and as soon as they were freed he undid Dion’s tie and began to unbutton Dion’s shirt. His hands moved into the collar as soon as a few buttons were free because he needed his hands on that chest–
Why was there still fabric there?
Joshua’s head reared back, looking down at the offending shirt that was under Dion’s shirt. “Dion, what is that?” His fingers made quick work of the rest of the buttons because he was appalled but he was not going to let it slow him down.
Once Dion’s dress shirt was off, Joshua saw the words on the t-shirt underneath. In big bold letters, it said “Teamwork Turns Small Steps Into Giant Leaps.”
“Dion,” Joshua gasped, both because of the t-shirt and its incredible cheesiness and because Dion had already taken off Joshua’s belt and was pulling his pants down over his hips while walking him backwards towards the bed.
He fell backwards onto the bed and could feel Dion’s hard-on pressing into him. Speaking of giant.
“You–,” Joshua said, in between heavy breaths, bucking his hips up into Dion while trying not to laugh at the same time, "You"—Joshua said, inbetween heavy breaths—"are so"—gasp—"lucky that"—gasp—"I need cock so"—gasp—"badly–”
“I thought it was clever,” Dion said, as he kissed into Joshua’s neck. “We did an obstacle course.”
“Of course you did,” Joshua as his head fell back to give Dion better access.
“The team struggled at first,” Dion continued. Then he made his way down to Joshua’s nipples and was licking and lightly grazing his teeth against one while wedging a hand underneath Joshua to squeeze his ass and pull his hips up so they could grind together even more maddeningly. His mouth returned to Joshua’s, kissing him deeply before finishing his sentence. “They came together strong in the end.”
Joshua could just imagine some of those coworkers he had met, not all of whom were as athletic or physically-inclined as Dion. It was a good thing they loved Dion and would follow him anywhere.
And Joshua loved Dion too, especially all of his muscles, which he could not get to because of this stupid team-building t-shirt. His hands went under the shirt and groped for all he was worth and he was going to make Dion take it off, but no, there was no time, he thought he was going to explode if Dion rubbed against him anymore through those pants and their Special Time was not going to end before the fully allotted time was done.
He pulled insistently at Dion’s pants which were frustratingly still existing with belt and everything. Dion took that as a hint and pushed off of him to take them off. There seemed to be too many steps: belt, pants, boxers, before he could get to that gorgeous cock that he needed to be in him and no he was not going to wait a moment longer than necessary. He scrabbled for the oil and, bracing himself on his knees, started to work himself open. Founder, his fingers felt good, he really did not spend enough time doing this even when he was on his own–
He looked up to see Dion staring at him, mouth hanging open. The offending pants were off, but he was still in the t-shirt. He still had on his long work socks too, and it should have looked ridiculous. But Joshua, working a third finger in himself, could only admire how the word “Teamwork” was stretched so tightly across Dion’s chest, and how the socks were pulled over such shapely, strong calves.
“Dion,” Joshua panted, and that was all it took. Dion was on him the next moment, pulling his hips towards the edge of the bed and plunging into him.
It was glorious. Dion fucked him hard and deep and all over the bedroom. Every time Dion tried to touch Joshua’s cock he slapped Dion’s hand away and growled something that would spur his partner on, like “I need to be fucked into next month,” or “We are not through the agenda for the meeting yet.”
He was on his back when he hit that point, when he knew he would come untouched if it went on for much longer. He reached around Dion’s ass, appreciating the length of his own limbs as he easily found Dion’s hole. He pushed his fingers into Dion as Dion thrust into him, and his husband made a sound so debauched that Joshua thought he could probably come from remembering that sound alone on future lonely hotel nights.
Dion reached out to pump his aching cock and he didn’t resist this time. His body seized and he came so hard he thought he was going blind. Dion started to come just a moment later, and Joshua rode through his orgasm with Dion’s hole contracting pleasingly around his fingers.
They fell back on the bed next to each other, exhausted like all those other nights, but this was much better.
“No more booking over Special Time,” Dion mumbled.
“Perhaps we should call it Business Time,” Joshua said. “Can’t schedule over business.” He yawned, feeling sleep drag at him. But when he opened his eyes blearily to look at Dion, he found his husband gazing back at him with such love. Dion reached out to caress Joshua’s cheek. Maybe it was really this they didn’t have enough of.
“Nevermind, let’s keep calling it Special Time,” Joshua said. He moved closer so they could cuddle, snuggling himself into Dion’s “teamwork” chest and entwining their legs. Then he realized something that made him dissolve into giggles.
“What?” Dion said
“We both still have our socks on!” They had managed to have some of the hottest sex ever. Joshua’s legs had been splayed open and in the air and he had been naked except for his socks.
"You're hot when you're just in your socks," Dion said, with a completely straight face.
The next morning, when Joshua looked at his calendar, he saw an item on for next Wednesday evening. It said “Special Time. Socks Required.”
Joshua smirked and changed it to: “Special Time. Socks Required. Team Building Optional.”