You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

Ian and I make out heatedly against the door, his hands wandering my body and as he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw his hands come around to start undoing my belt and I slide my hands up to tangle in his hair, leaning my head back against the door and this gives him better access as he kisses and licks down my neck. Once my belt is open Ian slides his finger through one of the belt loops on my jeans and pulls me with him as he backs across the office, sinking down into the big chair behind the desk and I climb onto his lap, straddling him and he starts kissing me again as his hands work on opening my jeans, the sound of my zipper being undone almost echoing in the room and I give in completely, my hands sliding down to start unbuttoning his shirt and when I get it open my hands go for his belt as he slides his hand inside my boxers, teasingly stroking his fingers over my hard flushed dick. "Mmm don't be a tease" I groan out against his lips and Ian pulls back to chuckle "So needy....I like that." I buck my hips up into his hand, increasing the friction on my dick and just as I slide back off his lap, kneeling on the floor between his legs and I reach for his belt again there's a knock at the door and I freeze, realising what I'm about to do and I sit back, removing my hands from him as he sighs in frustration and yells out "What? I'm very busy right now." "Sorry Ian, Gerard's husband is out the front wanting to see him" one of the girls calls through the door and I scramble off the floor, hastily doing my pants back up and trying to will my erection away as I straighten out my clothes. Ian stands up, slowly buttoning his shirt back up and he smirks at me as he says "Well that's unfortunate timing, I'll speak with you later" his mouth pulled into a smirk as he winks at me and I quickly run my fingers through my hair and pray that I look presentable be as I flee from the office, feeling completely conflicted about what just almost happened.

The next two days pass and I try to avoid Ian, every time we pass in the hallway or kitchen he leers suggestively at me behind Franks back and I feel a knot of regret burning in my stomach. Frank is just about to leave for band practice and after he kisses me goodbye I climb into bed, planning on taking a nap while he's gone and about ten minutes after he leaves the bedroom door opens and I panic as I roll over and I see Ian coming into the room. "What the fuck are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be at practice?" "I told Frank I was sick" he tells me as he crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, straddling me and pinning me beneath him before I even register what's happening. "Ian no, the other day was a mistake and I don't want to do this." "Oh please, I'm tired of playing this game, we both know it's going to happen" he sighs out before he leans down and seals his lips over mine. I try to resist, shoving my hands against his chest and he removes his lips from mine, grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head as he trails his lips down and starts nipping at my neck and I squirm against him as I say "Ian stop, stop now" but he keeps going until the sound of the bedroom door opening startles him and he sits back, his hands still wrapped around my wrists and we both look over to see Frank standing in the doorway, his face completely blank.

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