Page 11 of Promises Kept

4.

A Little Hanky-Panky

“Jaysus, would you look at the bastard,” Dylan muttered fondly. “He owns this bloody crowd.”

They were guests at yet another promotion event for Bennett’s upcoming film before he went to the US for the premiere.

“Oh, he does, believe me. Bennett is accomplished at this sort of thing.” Alec grinned and smiled for someone taking his picture.

Good luck with that. I’m nobody famous. I only look after them.

“Well, I want a stiff drink. I have a hankering for a Guinness,” Dylan murmured. “Although a little stiff Alec wouldn’t go amiss either. I’m feeling incredibly horny tonight seeing you in your tux and being exposed to all this glamour and glitz. Maybe we can fit in a blowjob in the bathroom? I bet the stalls are big enough and really fancy.” He leered. “I have a real need tonight to feel you inside me.”

“Hell, Dylan, you say the most inopportune things.” Alec swallowed as both amusement and desire surged through his needy body. “Randy sod. Do you think you can keep it in your pants long enough to at least let us get inside before you contemplate ripping my trousers off and going down on me? Or asking me to fuck you senseless?”

Dylan narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. Alec felt heat blossom in his groin at the look he got. “I’ll try. But all bets are off once we get inside.”

Alec breathed a sigh of relief as he finally saw the ornate entrance ahead to the venue. The hard-on in his pants was making him uncomfortable and he wanted to adjust himself, but not in full view of the cameras. Thank God his dinner jacket was fashionably long and covered his groin.

***

After another successful event, at which Alec was able to hold Dylan at bay, later that night they made their way to the bar for another drink. As they walked, Dylan tugged at Alec’s arm, pulling him away into a more secluded spot.

He regarded Alec with a smouldering gaze. “A rúnsearc, I am so bloody horny, I can’t think straight. You look so fucking sexy in that suit. I really want you to shag me. We need to find somewhere that’s fairly private.”

At first Alec thought Dylan was joking. Then Dylan moved in and took his mouth in a kiss that told him he wasn’t. They were surrounded by people in full view with photographers everywhere and his lover was deftly palming his crotch, pressing himself against Alec’s body, causing reactions that, whilst they felt incredible, were not particularly suited to the moment. When Dylan finally let him breathe, Alec was reeling from the onslaught of passion.

“Hell,” he rasped as he looked around the room. “You can’t do that to me here. I’ve still got to mingle and give an intro for Bennett later. You’ve bloody ruined me for that now.”

“Hence my question,” Dylan murmured huskily. “Where can we go that will let me relieve your tension…and mine?”

Dylan looked around the hall, and spotting a door on the other side, he pulled Alec through the crowd. Alec had no choice but to follow, smiling at people who greeted him, saying a few words as he was tugged along like a kid’s toy on wheels.

Finally they stopped in front of a recessed door that led to who knew where. Dylan looked at him with a glint in his eyes and tested the handle. The door opened and he glanced inside. Alec looked around nervously. The crowd was too busy being seen and gossiping for anything he and Dylan did to be noticed. Everyone was partying and drinking and having fun.

Alec was yanked unceremoniously into the room and the door was closed firmly behind them. The room was some sort of small office, with a desk full of papers and a chair. It had small windows covered with closed blinds.

Dylan raised his eyebrows. “A desk. That should do.”

Alec was growing even more turned on by Dylan’s suggestion, and he groaned. “Dylan, what if someone comes in? That’s all I need, to be found with my backside in the air screwing my boyfriend over a bloody desk. What if we get caught?”

There was no doubt that tonight, whatever happened, it was his turn to be on top. To push inside Dylan’s heat and make him his. Dylan’s answer was to drag a chair over to the door and wedge it beneath the door handle. Alec watched, open-mouthed.

Dylan grinned wickedly. “Then we make sure we don’t get caught. I watch TV. I’ve seen them do that in the movies. Now relax, a fear dóighiúil. We don’t have much time.”

He reached out and slipped Alec’s jacket off his shoulders, untied his bowtie, and then started to unbutton his shirt. Alec was powerless to resist. He loved this side of Dylan, the part that took Alec’s fantasies and played them out. Alec was always expected to be in control, be the sensible one, but Dylan did something to him that no other man could do.

He heard Dylan’s deep breaths as he slowly caressed Alec’s chest and gripped his hands in his hair to take his mouth in another mind-blowing kiss. Alec groaned deep in the back of his throat, which only served to excite Dylan more. Alec’s shirt was now on the floor and Dylan sucked Alec’s nipples. There were so many sensations in his body he didn’t know which one to appreciate first. His dick was rock-hard, and the sense of need to release or bury himself inside Dylan’s body was overwhelming.

Dylan’s voice was husky. “You are so incredibly sexy, do you know that? I never get tired of your body or your mouth.” He reached down and unzipped Alec’s trousers, letting them fall to the floor. He knelt down and Alex felt a frisson of pleasure that the blowjob he’d expected was on its way.

His lover grinned wickedly as he slid Alec’s boxers down his legs then flicked his tongue against the slick tip of Alec’s dick. He drew a deep, shuddering breath at the feel of that warm tongue and the quick pressure, feeling as if he would explode. Dylan’s mouth wrapped around his cock and Alec groaned as he grabbed hold of Dylan’s thick hair and dug his fingers against his scalp. “Babe, that feels so good…” Any thoughts of anyone finding them had fled to the furthest recesses of his mind as the man on the floor drove him crazy with his mouth.

Dylan gave one last swirl of his tongue then stood up, observing Alec’s naked body with greedy eyes. “My turn,” he murmured as he unzipped his suit trousers and stepped out of them. His cock rose, glorious and majestic, and Alec’s mouth salivated at the sight. “But I’m leaving my shirt and tux on. I want you to fuck me like this.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small wrapper of lube, which he placed on the desk. Then he turned, swept everything off the desk onto the floor, and presented his arse to Alec, his hands splayed on the top of the desk like a decadent businessman in a porn movie.

Dylan’s balls swayed and his proudly weeping ramrod of an erection jutted out from his groin. Even as Alec admired the view, he choked down a laugh at the desk-sweeping action and he moved in to caress Dylan’s arse cheeks. He didn’t want to ruin the eroticism of this moment by giggling at Dylan’s grand gesture.