Brent stared out the only window in his office, a pitiful square of grey cement despite being one of the taller buildings on the block. But for a change he didn't lament his lack of a view. He was too distracted by something much more pleasant.

Or to be more specific, a message from a certain someone.

There were probably a dozen emails opened on his screen, all from people who thought they deserved his undivided attention. If only they knew. He groaned and tried to focus, but after cycling through them for the fifth time he gave up and glanced at the clock.

It was barely after 4. How was he supposed to survive for another hour?

He pushed his chair back and sighed in frustration.

"If you sigh like that again, I might just call the Animal Shelter to come put you out of your misery," Lois' voice cut through his thoughts. She leaned against the doorframe, eyeing him knowingly.

"You're my P.A., not my mother. Go do something shockingly efficient," he scowled, but she just ambled into the room undeterred.

"You know what you need, Mr. Green? A nice holiday. You haven't taken a day off since you started working here two years ago."

"Well, neither have you. And you know I can't afford to. This whole place—

"—would fall apart without your iron hand to guide it," interrupted a male voice, and the familiar shiver that ran down Brent's spine just reminded him how far away 5 o'clock still was.

"Hallo Brent," Dean said, his voice like soft velvet that wrapped itself around Brent's heart and other regions a little more south.

He walked past Lois and came around Brent's table where he leaned his hands on either side of his body, trapping him in his chair.

Brent's eyes traveled to his lips involuntarily as Dean leaned in and hovered seductively above him. Those tempting lips pulled into a sultry smile as he saw Brent's tongue flick out to wet his dry lips.

"Excited about tonight?" Dean asked softly, his eyes still on Brent's mouth. Brent looked into Dean's glinting blue eyes and couldn't hold back the wide grin that spread across his face at the sight of the breathtaking man leaning over him.

A man who, at 24, was 12 years his junior and most definitely out of his league. But Dean stubbornly insisted that it's the other way around, so he has reluctantly agreed to disagree.

Dean was everything he wasn't: playful, adventurous, handsome. And yet Dean was the one who pursued him. It was a long 6 months before his resolve finally crumbled, and only because Dean wouldn't take no for an answer. He simply couldn't believe that a guy like that could honestly like him, but they've been together for 3 months now and every time he looked into his lover's face, he knew he was the luckiest man alive.

He reached up and pulled Dean's mouth against his. Dean kissed him back eagerly and he murmured his approval as he smiled into the kiss.

The sound of the door closing behind Lois barely registered with him.

"So, what have you been doing all day?" Dean asked a little breathless when they finally broke apart.

Brent wrinkled his nose as he thought of all the work he hadn't done. "Thinking of you."

Dean seemed delighted at that news as he lithely slid his body down Brent's, his arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

"Is that so?" he murmured as he nuzzled Brent's cheek.

Brent draped his arms around the young man's body and pulled it against his, all thoughts of emails and spreadsheets out the window.

"Yesss." His answer turned into a hiss as his hardening dick made contact with Dean's growing erection. He struggled hard to focus on the question. "After you sent me that message, I've been unable to concentrate on anything else."

Dean giggled and wiggled his ass playfully, causing Brent to grab onto his hips to keep him still. At this rate they won't even make it out of the office, and he has been looking forward to the surprise Dean promised him all day.

"As much as I love these little tête-à-têtes," Brent said, trying hard to sound detached, "I have a report to finish and five important emails to write before I can leave here. So unless your sexy butt knows how to write an email, it better get off me now or…"

Dean raised his brows as he gave Brent a seductive smile. "Or what?" he purred.

Brent's heart lurched in his chest as he took in Dean's boyish features: those soft, full lips, pointy nose and bright blue eyes, curly blond hair that's a little too short except for the fringe that covered half his forehead. He reached up impulsively and dragged his fingers through Dean's hair, all the way back until his hand wrapped around the side of his face.

"Or we're not leaving this chair until you are naked and then we'll never make it home."

Dean obviously didn't take that as the threat Brent intended it to be. On the contrary. He leaned in, his eyes excited as his lips formed a little O. "Is that a promise, Mr. Green?" he asked huskily.

"Dean!" Brent tried to push Dean off him with little success. "I thought you said you had a surprise for me at home!"

Dean snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. That's why I'm here." He stood up and pulled a large silk scarf from his bag. "You have to wear this tonight."

Brent just stared at it. "It doesn't go with my sexy pink dress," he said dryly.

Dean gave him a playful slap before he wound it around Brent's neck. "No silly, you're supposed to blindfold yourself with it before you enter the house."

He started to walk out but abruptly turned around again. "Oh, there's something else!" He rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a small, donut-shaped silicon ring, barely larger than a matchbox, that he placed on the table.

Brent did a double take as recognition dawned. He suddenly couldn't speak from the nerves that lodged solidly in his throat.

Dean stared at him with an intense expression.

"You don't have to put it on, you know that. But if you want your surprise you have to wear it. It's mandatory."

Brent looked down at the cock ring again. It looked so innocent, lying there on his table next to a blue folder and some stationary. He grunted and felt Dean's arms snake around his neck.

"We talked about it, you know you just have to say the word. I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to."

Brent turned in Dean's arms and pulled him into a mind-numbing kiss. "The only thing I want to do is make you happy," he mumbled in-between kisses.

"And the only thing I want to do is make you feel good," Dean replied. He pushed Brent away playfully and walked out. "Make sure it's switched on by the time you get home," he called over his shoulder.

Brent stared at the little black donut. He remembered the first time Dean showed this to him online. It was a vibrating cock ring, and Dean was so excited about trying it out. But that was still in the beginning of their relationship and Brent didn't know anything about half the things Dean constantly got excited about.

In fact, their first fight was about Dean's frustration that Brent didn't want to try new things. And Brent quickly pointed out how Dean constantly flaunted his vast sexual experience in Brent's face, and that many of those 'new things' made him… uncomfortable. Mostly it made him feel naïve and insecure next to his young, perfect, sex god of a boyfriend. But he couldn't tell Dean that.

Brent honestly thought that was the end for them, and didn't expect Dean to still be there when he went home the following night.

But Dean surprised him, like he always did. Brent walked in on a romantic dinner for two, with candles and mood music and a boyfriend dressed only in tight boxers and a pink frilly apron as he put the finishing touches on the casserole. The night ended in the sweetest, romantic sex he's ever had.

That was a turning point for both of them. Dean became less pushy, and made a conscious effort to take Brent's needs into account. Brent started to see that Dean really did care about him, and something shifted inside of him. The pressure to perform was replaced with a desire to please.

He hasn't regretted it once, even though some things still made him anxious.

Brent picked up the cock ring, stretching and squeezing it absentmindedly, before he slipped it in his pocket.

"Lois," he called out as he closed his suitcase and grabbed his jacket from behind the door, "I'm leaving. If anyone asks, I got some tummy bug."

She didn't bother to look up as he breezed past her. "I'll just say you're love sick," she muttered to herself.

Brent didn't even hear as the elevator doors closed him in. He fingered the silicon toy in his pocket as the numbers counted down one by one and the door finally pinged open.

He couldn't get to the car fast enough.

He didn't want to get out of the car.

Brent stared at the warm light that shone invitingly from his front porch, then glanced down to where his briefs peeked through his open fly. Dean told him to put it on before he got home, but now he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Why was it so fucking hard? It's just a stupid toy!

He jumped when someone tapped on the window.

"You okay?" came Dean's voice.

His face burned with embarrassment as he opened the window a little. "Yes." He looked away and fumbled with the cock ring. "No…"

Dean scrutinized him in silence. "Open up," he simply said as he walked around to the passenger side.

Brent sighed as he unlocked the door and watched Dean get into the car. He was disappointed with himself, to be honest, and he wouldn't be surprised if Dean was too.

But Dean didn't even hesitate before he kissed him like they haven't seen each other in ten years. He climbed on top of Brent as much as the car seat allowed while his hands roamed his body hungrily. When they finally broke apart Dean glanced down and chuckled at Brent's arousal that poked through his open pants.

He lowered his mouth and covered Brent's cock with it, blowing hot air on his already sensitive dick. It strained inside its fabric prison and for the hundredth time Brent wondered what he'd done to deserve a boyfriend like this.

"You know," Dean said thoughtfully as his finger traced Brent's shaft up and down, "I'm glad you haven't put the ring on yet." He lifted his face and kissed Brent gently on the mouth, then along his cheek till he reached his ear. "I just realized that I want to do it myself." At those whispered words he wrapped his fingers around Brent's shaft, sending delicious sparks through his body as his erection finally poked its head out of his briefs, too big to fit inside them anymore.

"Hello there," Dean said amused as he kissed the head, causing Brent's cock to twitch painfully.

"Fuck Dean," Brent groaned. He tried to think of dead kittens, alien abductions, anything that would calm the blood rushing towards his already engorged cock. When he was with Dean, common sense simply flew out the window. He didn't want to have sex in a car in his driveway, but right now it was hard to think of a reason why not.

Dean chuckled like he knew exactly what Brent was thinking. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered seductively and gave Brent's cock another open mouthed kiss.

"Agng!" Brent's hips bucked upwards but he pushed Dean's head away and stumbled out of the car. Suddenly he didn't care if the neighbors saw him like this, all he could think of was having those delectable lips on his cock before sinking into his lover slowly, over and over, until he screamed his name.

"Brent?"

He looked back at Dean, and caught his jacket just in time as it came flying out of the car.

"You may want to cover up," Dean said with a wicket smile.

Brent's face burnt again, but he managed to remain in control. "Into the house. Now."

Dean sobered up and immediately scrambled out of the car and walked ahead of Brent towards the house.

Just like Brent knew he would.

That was the other thing he discovered that took him completely by surprise: Dean wanted Brent to take control, even though he was way more dominant that Brent could ever be. That was the thing that finally gave him the confidence to surrender to the younger man: Dean never wanted to dominate him, not even when he was in control.

He stepped through the door just as Dean closed it behind him, and he didn't waste a minute to push his sexy boyfriend up against it, their bodies moving against each other as Brent kissed him senseless.

"Where is it?" he heard Dean's out-of-breath question as he sucked on his neck. Brent stopped and opened his eyes, then reached into his pocket for the cock ring.

Dean grinned as he took it. "I meant the scarf," he said, his eyes dancing with mischief. Brent couldn't help smiling back at him as he pointed to his discarded jacket. Dean found the scarf in a pocket and deftly bound it around Brent's eyes, then kissed him deeply.

"This is for you Brent," Dean said huskily as he traced Brent's jaw line. "I want you to feel tonight, I want you to feel everything." His voice was heavy with emotion, but without his sight Brent couldn't place it. "And remember, if you want to stop, just say stop."

He nodded. Strange enough, those words gave him the confidence to go through with whatever Dean had planned, despite the fact that he hated being blindfolded.

Dean's clothes rustled softly, then Brent jerked a little when Dean kissed the head of his dick that was still poking out of his briefs.

"I am going to give you pleasure so intense, you'll think you've died and gone to heaven."

Brent smiled at his confident tone. From anyone else that would have been an arrogant statement, but Dean never made promises he didn't keep. Brent's whole body tingled at the prospect of what's to come.

He felt his briefs and pants fall to the floor, then Dean started to slide the black cock ring onto his erection.

It was an uncomfortable process that seemed to take forever.

"It's easier if you're flaccid," Dean said apologetically. Brent just gritted his teeth and unbuttoned his shirt so long to distract himself.

Dean finally pushed it to the base of his shaft. The sensation was not entirely unpleasant, and Brent was about to say so when Dean pressed the small switch. The next moment Brent almost keeled over as thousand of tiny pleasure needles massaged his balls in intense, mind-numbing pleasure.

"Fuck! Dean! FUCK!"

"Whoops, sorry." Dean fiddled with the vibrator till it was on its lowest setting, then undressed Brent completely. He straightened and kissed him on the mouth.

"Come on, the surprise is in the bedroom," he said and took the blindfolded man by the hand.

Brent stumbled after him, feeling unstable from the low-level pleasure that radiated from his groin. It wasn't enough to make him cum, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he was begging for release. The fact that he was robbed of his sight made it even more intense.

"Sit down."

Dean guided him to the edge of the bed before he returned with a foot bath filled with warm water and a towel. He lifted Brent's feet and placed them in the bath. "Now, just concentrate on my touch, okay? Nothing else."

He rubbed Brent's calves up and down lazily, then higher, squeezing his thighs lightly before going down his legs again.

"Relax, love," he said softly as Brent sat stiffly on the bed. "You know I won't do anything without your consent."

Brent blew out a nervous breath, then forced his body to relax. He trusted Dean implicitly, so why was he so tense?

"Yes, that's it," Dean said approvingly as Brent's muscles finally loosened. "Just focus on my hands. Feel the tension drain from your body."

He massaged his ankles and slowly moved up his calves, then higher, kneading his thighs until he reached his erection.

He pushed Brent backwards lightly, making him lean back on his elbows. Dean spent some time massaging and kissing Brent's stomach, then ran his tongue from his belly button down towards his genitals, all the while massaging his V and hips.

Brent let out a small grunt of satisfaction as he laid back flat on the bed, his body unable to stay upright any longer.

Dean trailed kisses up and down his front. He sucked on his collarbone a bit before he kissed his way down again.

Brent's erection was straining by now, but he continued kissing past it, all the way down to his feet where he lifted them out of the water and dried them with the towel.

"Lie in the middle of the bed," he instructed. Brent scooted up until his body laid stretched out in the middle of their huge bed. Dean dragged his open palms down Brent's front, taking a moment to appreciate his naked boyfriend.

"Whatever happens, you're not allowed to interfere with your hands, okay?"

Brent nodded.

They've been through this before, where Dean tried to tie Brent's hands to the bed and he completely freaked out. But they finally found a way that worked for both of them, and it was so simple: Dean simply asked him not to use his hands, and Brent didn't.

In the beginning Dean was skeptical about that. But Brent always pulled through, and the knowledge that he didn't rely on restraints, but that Brent had to actively choose to please him, that he chose to trust him… Dean shook his head. He never knew how much more satisfying that was, an unexpected and potent philter.

That was just one of the many reasons Brent meant so much to him.

Dean took a container with his special mix of lavender-scented lotion and massage oil, and squirted some into his hands.

He slowly massages his boyfriend's left foot, starting at the heel, then made his way up to the toes and around the foot, rubbing large circles with his one hand while the other put pressure on the inside arch of the sole.

Brent gave a guttural moan as his head rolled to the side. "That feels so good…"

Dean smiled and kneaded his foot rhythmically, working each area with slow deliberation. He stroked firmly along the ankle and the top of the foot with strong, sure hands. He moved to the other foot and did the same, taking his time, making sure he covered every inch of skin.

After a while Brent was as limp as a doll, the only sign of life his dick that twitched when Dean massaged specific spots on his heel and ankle.

"Brent?"

"Hmm?"

"Just checking that you're still awake."

It was time for phase two.

Dean kissed Brent's foot, following the same path his hands did moments ago, but this time he licked and sucked and nibbled, first the sole, then around the top, worshipping him. He saw Brent's body stiffen slightly.

He licked up the side of his arch, then sucked his big toe into his mouth.

Brent's foot jerked as he gave a small yelp.

Dean sucked and licked every single toe while his hands continued to massage his foot firmly on the sole and along the arch. He moved on to the other foot, taking his sweet time to worship that one too. When he glanced up, Brent's dick was straining towards the heavens as his breathing came out in short, shallow bursts.

Dean gave a satisfied smile and switched back to the first foot. Every time he sucked Brent's big toe into his mouth, his dick twitched wildly. Dean's own desire grew exponentially with every erotic moan that came from his boyfriend's throat.

"Dean…" Brent moaned, his fingers digging into the mattress.

Dean kissed up his calves and nibbled softly on the sensitive skin behind his knees while his hands rubbed expertly along his legs. He continued upwards and kissed and nibbled the insides of his thighs softly, smiling at the low humming noise that emanated from the base of Brent's shaft.

He kissed higher and higher, and couldn't resist the temptation to place a teasing kiss on the tip of his leaking dick.

Brent's hips bucked sharply as Dean's lips touched his hypersensitized shaft.

"Dean!" Brent's hands shot down on impulse but he stopped himself before he touched anything. Dean laced his fingers through Brent's and stretched them out to the sides.

"Patience love," he murmured. He enveloped Brent's erection with his mouth, then popped it out again as Brent stifled a scream. He knew Brent must be nearing release by now because that little vibrator has been humming away ceaselessly against his balls, but it wasn't time yet.

Oh no, he wanted to take him to heaven and back first. Only then will he let him cum.

He held both of Brent's hands in one of his and used the other to gently tuck on Brent's balls as his lips found their way up to his hardened nipples. He licked them softly, eliciting another round of moans from his lover as he squirmed, his face contorted with torturous pleasure.

That was one of the things he loved about Brent. He experienced pleasure so intensely, and he never tried to hide it. His heart swelled like it always did when he watched him.

He loved him more than he ever thought possible.

Brent just didn't know that yet. Dean has tried to tell him before, but he wasn't ready to hear it. So he show it in other ways, and hoped that his boyfriend could feel what he dare not say out loud.

Brent felt Dean's lips on his, his mouth seeking his out hungrily. He surrendered to Dean's passionate explorations as his shaking body succumbed to the rivers of magma that flowed through his heated limbs, down to his loins where his overheated core dithered on the brink of eruption.

He could hear himself moan Dean's name over and over as the vibrator sent pre-orgasmic spasms down his legs, causing his toes to curl and flex.

The next moment Dean straddled his hips and his over-sensitized erection brushed against his crack, sending shockwaves into his system. He bucked up, smearing pre-cum all over his sweet ass.

His senses were stretched to their limit, his mind foggy as he drowned in this sea of ecstasy. He didn't know if he could take much more. How can one person make him feel so much? And yet it wasn't enough. He needed Dean's heat around him, he needed to pound into him over and over until he was filled with the same fire that ravaged his own.

His dick screamed for release as fireworks rushed down his shaft and exploded in his balls. He strained upwards again and felt Dean lean forward until his lips touched his ear.

"Are you ready to fuck me?"

"Yes! Yes! Please, yes, fuck! I need to– Dean, I need–!" Brent sobbed incoherently. He couldn't care less if he was begging or not — all he knew was this consuming need, a need that only Dean could sate.

Dean fumbled with the vibrator and turned it higher, causing the world to explode in slow motion.

The deep throbbing pleasure at the base of his balls suddenly turned into a cacophony of blinding, quivering rapture. At the same time Dean lowered himself onto Brent's erection, and the friction of his tight hole sent Brent into an euphoric frenzy as he screamed and slammed into Dean, again and again, the onslaught of pleasure rendering him powerless against his body's base instincts.

Dean angled his body to give him better access, and braced himself as Brent fucked him mindlessly.

Brent's muscles started to ache but he couldn't stop. All he knew was the all-consuming fire that raced through his body towards the eminent precipice of release. He felt Dean move with him, deliberate, fast, deep, hard, deeper, harder, faster–

"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"

Everything went black and bright as stars danced before his closed eyelids. His body arched up, the volcano in his loins erupting violently with unbearable heat and pleasure.

His scream stretched out and died in his throat as the next violent eruption pushed him over that final edge.

His body started to shake violently as he buried himself deep inside his lover, his hips bucking over and over as he filled Dean's ass with savage release.

The ring was still vibrating against his sack. He clawed at it blindly, unable to stand the sensation anymore.

"Make it stop, make it stop!"

Dean quickly switched it off. Brent's body shuddered from the powerful orgasm that ripped through him again and again and again.

Finally he fell back limply, too weak to move, too tired to care.

Dean carefully detached himself. He fetched a warm cloth and reverently wiped the sweat and cum from his lover's body.

Brent's head rolled in his direction.

"Can I take this off now?" Brent asked hoarsely as he brought his hand up to the scarf that was still wrapped around his head.

Dean removed the blindfold and stared at Brent's flushed face. He looked exhausted, but his eyes shone like a thousand sparkling diamonds. Dean leaned in and kiss him passionately.

"I love you," he blurted out.

It took him a moment to realize what he said. He stared wide-eyed at Brent, who just stared back at him blankly.

The silence dragged out, but still Brent didn't say anything. Dean could feel the room closing in on him.

"I… I need to… um…" he stuttered as he backed out of the door and stumbled down the hallway.

He found himself in the middle of the kitchen, feeling totally lost and confused.

Brent was his love, his life. What if this somehow ruined everything?

He couldn't face the fallout of his words right now. He drifted aimlessly until he sat down on the couch in the living room, too tired to wander any further.

He was half asleep when he felt the cushion depress next to him, and arms pulled him into a warm body.

"I waited for you," Brent said against his neck, "You just left."

"I'm sorry."

"You're cold."

Brent leaned over him and reached for the TV blanket on his other side, then wrapped them both in it.

"Don't ever leave me again," Brent said groggily as he snuggled against him. The younger man reached out and tenderly touched the side of his face. Brent's lips quivered into a sleepy smile as his eyes fell shut.

"I love you Dean."

Dean's hand froze. Did he really just say that? He stared at Brent's relaxed features as his breathing slowly evened out.

"Brent?"

"Hmm."

"…Nothing."

Dean pressed himself into Brent's warm body as he listened to him breathe. When he was satisfied that Brent was asleep, he whispered, "I love you so much," and kissed his head softly.

To his surprise Brent's arms squeezed around him tightly.

"Next time I'll take care of you," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Dean chuckled and held him tightly.

"I'll hold you to it," he said happily.