Page 31 of Sweet Thing

chapter 15

After today

Mattieus Mueller was shocked to find out that, even though his boss Bastian Roth had given him a glowing reference, there would be no job offer now his internship had ended. After all the unpaid hours he had put in, going above and beyond for Bastian-fucking-Roth. Mattieus was fuming!

Three of Matti’s co-workers offered to take him for a farewell drink at a bar next door to their office. Mattieus said he would tidy up and meet them there, but the young man had a head of steam on him. He cleared all of his personal effects into a box and then went to say goodbye to his now ex-boss. Mattieus wasn’t inviting Bastian to the drinks party, fuck him!

It was a Friday, and everyone had left early. Bastian wasn’t in his office, so Mattieus stalked around their floor of the building, searching for his ex-boss, but couldn’t locate him in the meeting room or the shared kitchen, either. Mattieus was now sure that Bastian had he left without even saying goodbye or good luck. He stood, perplexed, thinking about what to do, and then he remembered seeing Bastian’s jacket and smartphone still in his office. He must be around somewhere.

Mattieus returned to Bastian’s office. He put his head around the door to find the room empty. He entered to see the jacket and phone still on the desk. Without knocking Matti opened the door to the private bathroom. He stood rigid in shock at what he saw.

Bastian was leaning with one hand against the black and white tiled wall; his head tilted forward and shoulder length blond hair shrouding his face. An hour had passed since Mattieus had last seen his emotionally distant boss, and back then the man had been impeccably attired. Now the white linen shirt was unbuttoned and his suit trousers unzipped and dragged a little over his solid hips. Bastian gripped the thick veiny uncut cock he was fisting rapidly.

Bastian appeared not to have heard the door open and had no idea he was observed. Mattieus watched him hungrily, the head of steam now transmuted to desire. Mattieus glanced at the page on the floor in front of his boss, and he was stunned by what he saw. At that moment he knew his desire was matched. There was an open folder—a personnel file for one Mattieus Mueller. An A4 black and white headshot of Matti's lay on top of the pile of papers. Bastian was jerking off over Matti’s photograph. A shrill of happiness ran through Matti's body. The months of muted flirtation had been ball-achingly frustrating. Now, Bastian was no longer his boss, and was clearly attracted to him.

Bastian was groaning and grunting. He appeared lost in his sexual fantasy. Mattieus quietly closed the door and stealthily stepped toward the man. He maneuvered his body behind Bastian’s and laid a kiss on the bare nape of his neck. Bastian threw his head back in shock, golden blond hair flailing, and his skull narrowly missing a collision.

“What the hell?”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” Mattieus breathed at Bastian’s ear, taking his lobe and sucking on it.

“Ohhh, Matti,” Bastian let out a long sensual sigh as his whole body shuddered in response. He ground his ass into Matti’s crotch, smiling widely when he felt a bar of steel caressing his butt cheeks.

Mattieus was kissing and laving Bast’s throat. Hands snuck under the shirt and around Bastian’s naked hips, Matti’s right hand joining Bastian’s hand in the slow, drag-and-push up and down his throbbing shaft. Bastian groaned and worked his ass in slow grinding circles against Matti’s crotch, riding the pleasure of being touched intimately by the man he had desired for months.

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Bastian had tried so hard to deny his attraction to Mattieus Mueller. He’d made the young intern take on extra duties, thinking that keeping him busy and out of the way would help blank out the crazy lust he had for the twenty-five-year-old. It didn’t matter if he’d occasionally had a discreet hookup. Still, he dreamt of Matti Mueller. Mattieus was a gym bunny, so his body was trim with hard, well-defined, small lean muscles. He was a little shorter than Bastian, and there was an age difference of six years. Bastian had been fixated on the way Matti's ass looked in smart suit trousers—the way they clung to his narrow hips, the honey-tanned boyish face that was oh-so-baby-smooth. Bastian had dreamed of running his fingers through Matti's inky-black loose curls and gazing into his deep chocolate brown eyes, but it was hopeless. Bastian could not come out of the closet.

Mattieus let go of Bastian’s weighty cock; he turned the man around, and their mouths met for the first time in a passionate clash of wet lips and nipping teeth. They both groaned against the mutual invasion of soft, warm tongue. Sucking and devouring as if this were their one and only chance to be together.

Mattieus was walked backward until his back met the wall. Bastian dragged the young man’s wrists up and pinned them to the bathroom tiles. Mattieus groaned in submission. He had dreamed so many times of submitting to his mysterious boss.

Bastian sprinkled kisses over his face, along his sharp chiseled jaw line, and down to his throat. With a deftness of skill and speed that startled Matti, Bastian yanked at his tie, loosening the knot with one hand. The tie was dragged off and wound around Matti’s wrists, tied, and then he was hoisted a little, so he stood on his toes, secured by his wrists and attached on the coat hook. He gasped in discomfort and tried to release himself, but the hook was of a peculiarly shaped design, and any sudden movement would be painful.

Bastian laid his brow on Matti’s and gazed into his brown eyes. He felt weak at the knees for a moment. “Are you okay?” He asked the younger man in a deep, smoky baritone voice. Mattieus grinned with mischief in his eyes.

"Never better! I had no idea you would be so kinky. I like it. Fuck me, yeah… Sir!”

A rush of desire burned through Bastian’s veins. He leaned into Matti, kissing him roughly and crushing his chest and groin against the other man’s.

Mattieus was so worked up. He arched his hips up to push and writhe against his ex-employer. Bastian took a step back, and Mattieus protested, suddenly bereft of the musky, intoxicating body that he longed for.

Bastian pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, considering the sight of his ex-employee with frank appraisal. This was, indeed was his secret cherished desire, a dream made flesh.

Mattieus stared into the blue eyes of the half-naked blond man; his gaze moved down to the jutting cock. He wanted it inside him NOW! “Please, Sir,” Mattieus begged unashamedly. He knew his place, and it was beneath his deliciously handsome boss.

Bastian dragged a wing-backed armchair over from the other side of the restroom and pushed it against the wall. He stripped Matti of his trousers and boxers, his gaze lingering on the swollen plum head of Matti’s stout, uncut cock with pearls of precum oozing from the slit. Bastian flipped Mattieus around and, nudging the chair into place. He then lifted him to position his knees wide on the arms of the chair. Mattieus was still attached by his wrists to the coat hook, and now he was facing the wall, knees resting on the padded chair arms, spread wide open for the man he desired.

“You look so fucking beautiful Mattieus”, broad, warm hands roamed over Matti's body as he tried to balance the heady sensations of pleasure and pain.

“Fick mich, Bitte” (Fuck me, please) Mattieus begged again. The kisses stopped, and Matti heard the bathroom door open and close.

“Bastian? Herr Roth? Sir?” He hollered in alarm. Mattieus was suddenly very freaked out. Could Bastian really leave him in that position? Matti's face flushed scarlet with embarrassment. Could this be a power game, now that he was leaving the company? A hazing or punishment for something he had done wrong? Matti's mind rushed over the events of the past six months. He had been an exemplary employee, and he had no idea what he could have done wrong.

The door opened again, and Bastian stood, leaning into the doorjamb. His blond hair mussed up, his erection still hard and keen. Bastian carried lube, condoms, and his smartphone in his hands.

“No fucking way. You’re not taking a photo!” Mattieus said roughly, alarmed.