Security Guard

Mike sighed, and pushed back from his desk. Wherever the bug in the code was, it was resisting being discovered. He glanced at the window and realized that it was completely dark outside. Everyone else had left for the night. Unfortunately, unless he found that bug soon, he was going to be pulling an all-nighter. Deadlines, after all. Software companies live on them.

He pushed the bangs out of his eyes, and stood up. Move around. Go get some coffee. Maybe he'd wake up enough to finish off this problem and still get home in time to get some sleep.

In the lunch room, he was surprised to find a pot of coffee, half-brewed. He was sure that all his co-workers had left. It was past ten, after all. He decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, though, and sat down to wait for the pot to fill.

He was dozing, slightly, when the pot finished filling, and he got to his feet just as a god entered the room. 6'4", muscular, in his thirties. Blue eyes and long black hair tied back in a tail. The sort of smile that lustful fantasies were made of. The crinkles around his eyes said that he smiled a lot. There was no doubt in Mike's mind: Craig Stevens was a god in a security guard's uniform.

"Evening, Mike. Still hard at?"

Hard? You better believe it. Mike swallowed. "Yeah, if we want to ship on time..."

Craig poured himself a thermos-full of the coffee, then poured the rest into Mike's mug. "Well, I better get back to my rounds. Don't work too hard." And he was gone.

Mike smacked his forehead with his free hand, then tried to stop the hot coffee from sloshing all over his hand. His best chance of talking to the god who filled his fantasies, and he had just stood there like a dummy. He groaned, then headed back to his cubicle, computer and debugging.

An hour later, Mike had finally tracked down the module where the bug was, and had found the error in a piece of code that was years old. All he had to do was figure out how to repair the damage without breaking anything else.

He pushed back a bit, and reached for his coffee mug. Still staring at his screen, he took a sip, then gagged slightly. The coffee was almost ice-cold.

"Care for a warm up?"

Mike jumped at the sound, and spun around in his chair, splashing himself with the coffee. It was Craig, holding out his thermos.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, that's okay. Thanks." He held out his mug for Craig to refill it, then sipped gratefully at the hot liquid. The caffeine boost was just what he needed.

"I'm surprised to see you still here. Haven't you finished yet?"

The interest seemed genuine, and Mike felt a need to talk to someone. The subject didn't matter, he just wanted to hear a friendly voice. "Well, I've found the bug, but the area of the code is really old, so I have to be careful. I don't want to cause more trouble with the fix than the bug was causing,"

Craig tilted his head, seeming to consider the statement. "Like... renovating a house. If you want to remove a wall you need to make sure it's not a load-bearing wall. If it is, you need to come up with another way of bearing the load before you remove the wall or the whole house could come down on top of you."

"Exactly!" Mike said. "You're interested in architecture? Or just remodeling?"

"I'm finishing a college degree in architecture during the day, and working nights as a security guard to make ends meet."

"Really? Um... No offense, but you must be older than most of your fellow students."

Craig just laughed. "Yeah. I started working right out of high school. Then I decided I wanted to do more with my life, so I went back to school. It's been tough, but it's worth it."

Mike grinned. This was more than he had ever expected to learn about the other man, and he was reluctant to let the conversation end, so he started explaining all the problems in working with old code. Mike was watching the screen, so intent on it that he jumped when he realized that Craig had moved to stand behind him. He was leaning over the back of his chair, looking at the screen.

"So how do you make sure you don't do damage?" he asked.

Mike gave a small gulp, and sternly ordered his body to ignore the other man's nearness. It wasn't working. He tried to ignore the hardening erection. He took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it, as Craig's scent filled his nose. "Well," he said, finally. "I make the changes on my machine, and do a local compile of the program. Then I test it until I'm reasonably sure that I haven't broken anything, I put the code into the main repository, and it gets compiled the next time they do a full build of the software." And I sound like a geek, he thought to himself, ruefully.

"I didn't realize it could be so complicated. I thought you just sat down, wrote the code and that was it."

By this point, Mike was almost desperate for Craig to leave, before he ended up embarrassing himself. The man was so close... His breath brushed past Mike's cheek as he talked. All Mike would have to do was turn his head and he would be in the perfect position to kiss him. His cock was straining against his fly, and he prayed Craig wouldn't look down. He shivered.

"Hey, are you okay?" Craig looked down at him, a worried expression on his face. Mike flushed as he realized there was no way that the other man could miss his erection.

"Are you okay?" Craig asked again in a soft tone. One of his hands moved from the back of the chair and reached down to cup Mike's groin. He jumped at the touch, and turned, mouth opened to ask...

Craig's lips covered his before he could say anything, and he moaned at the contact.

"Are you okay?" Craig asked a third time, pulling back a few inches.

"Yes," Mike said, and leaned forward to capture those lips again.

Not letting go of Mike's lips, Craig swiveled the chair around until they were facing each other. He pulled back again, and Mike stared up at him, dazed and confused. He watched in shock as Craig dropped to his knees between Mike's legs, and pulled open his zipper. He moaned as a large, warm hand reached inside his briefs to pull out his throbbing erection. When Craig started rubbing his cheek against the sensitive flesh, he thought he would lose it right then and there.

"I have wanted to do this since the first time I saw you," Craig mumbled before he turned his head to swallow Mike's cock.

Mike's head fell back as he gave in to the sensations. All he could think, at this point, was that he had fallen asleep at his desk and that he was having the best wet dream of his life. If that was so, he didn't want to wake up. Craig was playing his cock like a musical instrument, with Mike's moans as the music.

Craig alternated between deep swallows and long licks, from root to crown, while holding Mike's balls, rolling them from side to side. He twisted in his seat, unable to hold still. Before he could stop himself, he had grabbed Craig's head and was pumping himself down the man's throat, while Craig worked to swallow every drop. It was more than he had ever expected to experience, but over too fast. He wanted more.

He watched, still panting, as Craig got to his feet. The big man leaned in for another kiss, flavored with the taste of Mike's own semen, then pulled back, expectantly.

He didn't have to wait long. Before he had even stopped, Mike was reaching for his belt-buckle. Not even bothering to clean himself up first, he undid Craig's pants and was reaching inside to find what was making them bulge in such a mouth-watering way.

Finally, the pants were undone. Mike reached inside Craig's shorts to pull out his prize, and took a moment to admire it. In terms of size, Craig wasn't huge, but he was nicely proportioned. Mike had never understood the popular obsession with huge cocks. He liked one that was sized so that it would fill the mouth without choking the person sucking on it, and this one looked like a tasty mouthful. It was circumcised, and smelled clean and fresh, with drops of pre-cum already forming. Craig was fully erect, and his cock stood out from his body proudly, with a slight arch.

Unable to resist any longer, Mike pulled him in so that he could get his first taste. Craig tasted as clean as he smelled, and even better that Mike could have hoped for. He opened his mouth wide and pressed forward until his nose was buried in Craig's crotch, inhaling the scent of the musk trapped in the hairs there. He swallowed a couple of times, massaging the cock with his throat muscles, then pulled back so that he could explore the head with his tongue. He plunged back down the length again, and repeated the whole process.

"Ohhhh... God, that feels gooood..." the big man moaned. Not letting the cock slip out of this mouth, Mike looked up. Craig's head was thrown back, and his eyes were shut. The expression was of a man transported into paradise. Mike felt his cock twitch again, but between the orgasm he had already had, and his fatigue, he knew he wasn't going to get it up again so soon. Instead he contented himself with using every trick he had ever learned in order to give his god the best orgasm he had ever had.

He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't even hear the groaned warning. Suddenly, his mouth was being filled, and he swallowed eagerly. Maybe he exaggerated, but he was sure that Craig had the best tasting cum that he had ever experienced. Craig slumped forward, using his hand on the back of the chair to hold himself up, while Mike delicately licked him clean.

When Craig's breathing had slowed to a normal rate, he pulled away. Making a regretful noise in the back of his throat, he did up his pants.

"I really have to get back to my rounds," he said, before leaning in to give Mike a kiss that left him reeling again. "I'll see you later." Then he was gone.

Mike stared, for a moment, in the direction that the man had disappeared. Then he tucked himself back into his own pants and turned back to the waiting computer and dove back into his work, feeling happier and more relaxed than he had been before.

It was nearly three in the morning by the time Mike pushed away from his desk for the last time, turning off his computer, and collecting his coat. He'd come up with a fix, tested it and checked in the code. An e-mail to his project lead said that he'd be in late the next day and to call him at home if there were any problems. Bed was calling with a siren call.

As Mike headed for the door, he waved to the security guard. Obviously, while he was working the shift change had come and gone, since it wasn't Craig anymore. He was a little disappointed, but was philosophical about the whole experience. If nothing else, he had some new fuel for his fantasies.

Then he stopped in the middle of the parking lot. There was his god, standing next to his car. As he pulled out his keys and stepped forward again, the grin threatened to split his face.

Suddenly, he wasn't so tired after all.

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written by lee