***

"Herr Dalgaard, we have received the contracts..." Karin entered the office and loosely closed the door behind her. "How was your business trip?"

"That went lousy," Bjorn beckoned the girl over to him and took the file folders from her.

"What happened? Was it because you missed me?" The secretary sat on the edge of the man's desk and crossed her legs.

Bjorn appreciated it. He slid his fascinated gaze along her slender thigh and covered Karin's rounded knee with his palm.

"Oh, you know me so well, my sweetheart. Clearly, I can't survive a single day without your constant presence in my thoughts," he said, stroking the velvety skin with his fingers. "I keep waiting for you to reciprocate, but you just drink my blood."

"And you keep chasing every skirt you see. Stop doing that, and you'll get what you want."

"Tempting, of course, but..."

The door opened suddenly, and Toby appeared on the doorstep. He was out of breath, sweaty, with a pile of papers in his hands. Bjorn hadn't seen him in almost a week, but one look at his darkened face was enough to tell that the guy was affected by the scene.

The man, without realizing it himself, smiled contentedly.

"Come in," he said to the courier who stood frozen on the threshold, and took his hand off the Karin's knee.

The woman gave the guy a disparaging look, and reluctantly got up from the table.

The smile on the man's lips told Toby a lot. And the gaze of a young beautiful woman added an unpleasant postscript to the «said», and the guy felt uneasy. So uneasy that the first desire that flared in his chest was to run as far away from here as possible. And he probably would have run, but his legs seemed to be glued to the floor, and his own bewilderment turned him motionless, as if he had transformed into stone.

"Sorry for not knocking," Toby said quickly and looked away. "There are some documents that need your signature."

"Give it here," Bjorn held out his hand for the documents, then turned to the secretary: "Karin, you can go. If anyone asks me, tell them I'm in a meeting and I won't be free for at least fifteen minutes."

The young woman raised an eyebrow in wonder, but did not comment on this request in any way, and quickly left the office, leaving the door half open.

Bjorn took the documents from Toby and asked:

"Close the door, please."

Toby carefully put the remaining folders in his hands on the visitors' table and obediently headed for the door, where he came across Karin's angry gaze.

But he didn't let her «admire» him for long, and quickly locked the door as Herr Dalgaard had asked.

"Why close it?" he asked in a whisper just in case, sincerely not understanding the reasons for the secrecy.

"So that some crows don't stick their long noses into other people's business," Bjorn chuckled, fluently signing where it was needed.

And when he finished, he looked at the guy reproachfully.

"We haven't seen each other for four days, and you look like a scarecrow again. Something happened?"

"I'm not a scarecrow," Toby pouted resentfully.

The guy's heart felt very bad. He was asking him... Asking him not to laugh, and what does he get?

"Not scarecrow, but you look like one," Bjorn said sternly. "I asked you not to disfigure yourself. So what's the matter? Or did you decide to scare me away? So I'm not skittish, you know."

Toby shook his head and frowned harder.

"This is not for you," he said in a muffled voice, looking away. "This is for me. I feel more comfortable this way."

"Not for me?" The man asked. "Then what's for me? Or is it nothing anymore? Don't be afraid and speak straight. Do you regret it already?"

Toby flushed like a poppy and exhaled softly:

"No, I don't." He lifted his gaze to the man. "I don't regret anything. And for you... If it's so important to you, I won't do it anymore."

"It's important." Bjorn got up from the desk and quickly put the documentation on the shelves to his left. "If it didn't matter, I wouldn't ask."

He looked at the confused and slightly offended guy, and asked:

"What are your plans for the evening?"

"I have a shift at the store until eleven, and then nothing," Toby reported and smiled. "Well, except for sleeping."

How strange, just a couple of insignificant words from Herr Dalgaard, and he already feels over the moon with happiness.

"You'll get enough sleep in your old age." Bjorn gave Toby the documents with his signatures and casually touched his hand, holding the guy in place. "I'll come by your place today, if you don't mind. If you want, I can even meet you at the store, so you won't be bored walking home alone."

A hot touch sent a current through Toby's skin and pierced his heart like a red-hot arrow. Such an innocent, light, almost weightless touch made the guy's soul clench into a lump and lodge in his throat. Even breathing at that moment became difficult for Toby, and he had to make an effort to fill his lungs with air.

"Will you really come to meet me?" The guy asked in a completely silly and childishly naive tone, looking into the man's eyes to see if they reflected his own feelings.

"Really, if you tell me the address," Bjorn replied, enjoying the young man's shy smile, which made fiery flowers bloom in his heart.

"So you know." Toby's smile widened. "It's five houses up the street where your favorite bar is. Or did you think I had my navigator set to you? Or did you think I had my navigator set to you?"

He laughed softly and scratched the tip of his nose.

"I hadn't really thought about it," the man admitted, trying to figure out whether or not he knew the store Toby was talking about. "You just showed up... for which I am immensely grateful to you. Now go and work. And don't leave the store until I pick you up."

"I'll be waiting," Toby breathed softly and backed toward the door, clutching a stack of documents that still needed to be delivered to the addressees. "I'll be waiting for you very much," he promised once again and then briskly left the office, making an effort not to appear overly joyful

The man smiled warmly, feeling impatience growing rapidly in his soul, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face when he met Karin's displeased gaze as she entered his office.

"You have a visitor, Herr Dalgaard," she said irritably.

"Tell him I'll be free in five minutes. I have an important call. Close the door on your way out."

The young woman, strangely enough, obeyed almost uncomplainingly, but accompanied the loud slamming of the door with a harmless, «Asshole».

***

The hands of the clock crept unbearably slow, as if they were dying with every movement. And Toby kept his eyes on them, as if that could make time go faster. Which is why his colleagues started making fun of him?

"Would you like to take an extra shift?" Herr Helm offered mockingly.

"Take over for me today." Agatha batted her long eyelashes.

But Toby was adamant.

And as soon as the hands of the clock were at the cherished mark, he tore off his apron and, saying goodbye to his colleagues, rushed out of the store to their friendly laughter.

The cold wind was getting under the guy's clothes, making him shiver and wrap himself more tightly in his jacket. Herr Dalgaard's car was nowhere to be seen, and Toby huddled against the wall, trying to hide from the rain.

The man was ten minutes late, but in that time Toby had managed to get soaked to the skin.

Parking the car at the curb, Herr Dalgaard honked, attracting the guy's attention.

Toby, without hesitation, climbed into the car, and immediately fell into the strong arms of the man, who left a sensual kiss on his lips.

"It's like lava in my veins," the guy admitted, pulling back the collar of his jacket and exhaling noisily. There's fire in my whole body.

"You little sly one," Bjorn grinned. "Do you want to drive me completely crazy? It's working.

He fell back to Toby's soft, warm lips and kissed them until the guy trembled with desire. Then he pulled away and asked, as if nothing had happened:

"Are you hungry? We could stop somewhere and get something to eat."

Toby took a deep breath.

Hungry? Oh, yes! He was damn hungry, but it had nothing to do with food.

"No." The guy shook his head, feeling an inner jitter from the impatience that gripped him. "Maybe we're better... to me?"

"Well, no way. Today we're going to my place," Bjorn said with a grin. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be shivering in the cold all night."

The man started the engine and drove out onto the road.

"Did you miss me? After all, we haven't seen each other for almost a week."

"Yes," Toby did not deny the obvious.

His face flushed with embarrassment, and he thought that he probably would never be able to behave confidently around Herr Dalgaard.

"And you? Did you miss me? Just a little bit?"

Bjorn smiled enigmatically but did not answer, instead of words, ruffling the boy's hair with his palm.

Toby looked at him hopefully for a few more moments, and then wilted.

"And why do you need words, you silly child?" the man laughed, feeling a strange pleasure at the guy's hurtlet. "I'm going to show you how much I've been looking forward to our meeting. I think it's better than idle chatter about things I might not have felt."

Toby nodded in agreement. But still, he wanted to hear the words.

"You're contradicting yourself. You were encouraging me to openly share my feelings, but you're not doing it yourself."

"It's different for me," Bjorn replied, "because I know what I want and I always get my way. But since it is so important to you... yes, I wanted to see you. As soon as I got back from my business trip, I looked for you in the dining room, and waited for you to come to me. And you did. I'm glad.

A happy smile touched Toby's lips and he sighed contentedly.

"I may be getting involved where I shouldn't... but this girl... your assistant... Are you serious with her?"

"No. I just want her," Bjorn didn't lie, watching Toby's reaction carefully.

And when the guy's face changed, upset by his answer, he said:

"Not right now. Basically. It's an old game. Don't bother with that. Now I'm with you, right?"

Toby didn't answer, just nodded sullenly and stared at the road.

That's right, it's only a game.

He's being played with, too. It was stupid to count on something else. After all, he and Herr Dalgaard lived in completely different worlds, and could never be together.

"And where do you live?" Wanting to change the subject, Toby asked, peering at the twinkling lights outside the window. "I don't know why, but I can't imagine you in a huge house. In an apartment, yes, but not in a house. You don't seem at all homey. More like a cat. A beautiful, pedigreed cat."

"You're right, I have an apartment in a new upscale neighborhood," Bjorn replied. "But I also have a house. A country house, you might say. On the islands."

"Why?" Toby wondered. "If you have an apartment, why do you need a house? And besides, on the islands? It's stupid."

"It's convenient," the man, who did not tolerate unjustified criticism of himself, replied rather sharply. "You can't rest in an apartment. And you don't fly to work from the islands."

Toby wanted to object, but Herr Dalgaard's harsh tone prevented the guy from saying a word. He only grunted inarticulately and did not ask any more questions, preferring not to argue with the man or get on his nerves.

"Is something bothering you?" Bjorn asked the frowning guy, who was sulking inexplicably and looking solely out the window. "Do you have any issues with me owning real estate?"

"Why would that be?" Toby looked at the man in surprise. "If you like it, you can buy a dozen houses and apartments. Anyway, it's none of my business."

"Then why are you sulking, I don't understand? Am I doing something wrong?"

"I'm not sulking," the guy hastened to dispel Herr Dalgaard's suspicions. "You imagined it. I'm just a little tired and... It's okay, really. No hard feelings about your houses and apartments."

Toby was silent for a moment, then turned to the man and smiled broadly.

"To be honest, I would like my own house on the island," he said dreamily. "But only so that the island is mine alone. And no one should be there. It must be great to sleep in the open air, listen to the singing of strange birds, fish with a pointed stick and walk naked, not being shy of anyone."

"Are you shy about your body?" Bjorn asked, although he already guessed that the guy was shy.

Too thin, too small for a guy. Or rather, a man-to-be. Women hardly ever look at guys like him. But... if wash his hair, wash the makeup off his eyes, dress him decently, or better yet, undress him...

Toby answered something, but the man didn't hear. The thought of the guy's naked body made Bjorn dizzy and filled his blood with adrenaline, and the memories of Toby's sweet moans completed their simple task.

"I like your body," Bjorn said for some reason when the car was stuck in traffic, and he had to say something to keep from exploding with desire. "It excites me. Just thinking about it... it's incredible."

The man's revelation stabbed into Toby's mind with a red-hot needle.

"I don't like it," he sighed dejectedly. "It's so unshapely. Unattractive. Skin and bones. No amount of exercise helps. And you must be a regular at the gym."

"No, I don't like gyms. I prefer swimming and running. That's enough to keep myself in shape."

Bjorn looked at Toby.

The guy eyed him almost with awe, as if he did not believe in his happiness.

The man grinned. No one had ever looked at him like that before. And he'd sell his soul for a look like that.

It's a pity Toby's not a girl.

Does it matter, though? Does the soul have a gender? Unlikely.

"You need to eat better and rest more. You're exhausted. But you don't have to work too hard. Puffy girls can be attractive, but not men. It doesn't suit men at all."

Toby snorted in embarrassment and slid his tongue over his parched lips. The man's compliment, even if so dubious, was a pleasant warmth, a tiny spark in his heart.

"I'll try to get better," he promised. "Not right away, of course, but I'll try."

Bjorn smiled and squeezed the guy's hand approvingly. The traffic finally ran out, and he took off, trying to make up for the time he had stolen.

Leaving the car in the underground parking lot, he took the guy by the hand and led him to the elevator.

The man's warm palm warmed Toby's hand, and that warmth made the guy's heart pound desperately in his chest.

Toby took a quick look around the cabin, checking for cameras, and when he found nothing, he took a little liberty. He turned to the man and, releasing his hand from his broad palm, put his arm around Herr Dalgaard's neck, kissing his hot, tantalizing lips.

Bjorn sighed noisily and, before the guy backed down, returned the kiss. Before he knew it, the man had pressed the guy into the stall wall. And, groping for the emergency button, he stopped the elevator.

The light flickered and went out, and immediately an alarming red lamp lit up.

Toby opened his eyes and froze in surprise, no longer responding to the kiss, but that didn't stop Bjorn. He picked the guy up under his hips and sat him on the wide handrail. Then pressed into him and kissed him again, thrilled at the mere realization that they were locked in a tight space, and Toby had nowhere to run, even if he tried.

The red light penetrated Toby's mind like fire. And the kiss, assertive and passionate, made his head spin so hard that Toby felt as if he were about to pass out.

The heat in his whole body was getting stronger. His groin felt heavy, and the guy almost didn't realize what he was doing. He wrapped his legs around the man's hips and tightly squeezed his hard shoulders with his fingers.

"I want you," the guy breathed passionately into Herr Dalgaard's lips and thrust his hips forward. "I want you. Right here. Immediately."

The desired words sent a jolt through Bjorn's exposed nerves, and he sighed noisily. Then he grabbed the button on Toby's jeans with his fingers and quickly unbuttoned it.

"You're driving me crazy," the man confessed, lifting the guy over the handrail and abruptly tearing off his pants and underpants from his ass. "Toby, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I don't promise to love you for the rest of our lives, but I want to date you. For now, it's just for sex, but I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you..."

Bjorn touched his lips to the groaning guy's ear and stroked his fingertips over his erect, moist penis.

«Just for sex...»

That were not the words Toby would have liked to hear, but now it didn't matter. Herr Dalgaard was with him, and that made the guy really happy.

The man's fingers caressed Toby's aroused dick. Lips, hot and demanding, gently teased his earlobe and the skin on his neck. But that wasn't enough for the guy. He wanted to feel the man inside him. Wanted to see the look of pleasure on the handsome, stern face. He wanted to hear his deep, guttural moan, and lose his head completely.

But Herr Dalgaard was in no hurry. He was just teasing. And Toby couldn't help himself. He pushed the man away from him and, jumping off the handrail, knelt down in front of him, pressing his lips against his boss's tense groin and gently biting his dick through the fabric of his pants.

"I want to taste you," he confessed, blushing with embarrassment, but not even thinking of backing down. "May I?"

He ran his palms over Herr Dalgaard's strong thighs and stared into the man's eyes, waiting for his consent to the intimate caress.

"Toby, it's not necessary," Bjorn exhaled, running his fingers through the guy's hair and imagining with an inner tremor how his cock would sink into the hot, tender moisture of the little mouth. "But if that's what you really want, I won't stop you."

"I want to," the guy whispered confidently, reaching for the belt on the man's pants. "I want to do it."

The belt buckle clicked, the fabric rustled softly, and Toby's lips gently touched the head of the man's penis, which was slightly moist from the lubricant. The guy's tongue slid over the very soft velvety skin, and after a moment Toby engulfed the strong hard shaft, marveling at his own determination and hoping his unskillful caressing wouldn't cause rejection in the man.

Bjorn pressed his palm into the stall wall and covered his eyes.

Toby wasn't lying. He wanted to taste and he tasted in a way that made the man's eyes darken.

Bjorn wouldn't have claimed whether the guy is experienced in such caresses or not, but his dedication overshadowed everything. Even the voice of reason.

Fondling Toby's nape with his fingers, the man began to move slowly, pushing into the guy's hot mouth until he was in the grip of his throat.

Bjorn's legs gave way, but Toby continued the intimate caress as if nothing had happened, moaning softly and fidgeting on the floor.

Apparently the guy wasn't lying to himself about being gay.

Looking into his eyes, covered with a cloudy haze of desire, Bjorn understood everything without words and pulled his dick out of the guy's wet mouth with a quiet slurp.

Toby sighed in disappointment, but the man didn't give him time to think. And, pulling the guy to his feet, abruptly turned him around with his back to himself and fell in behind.

Bjorn's palms slid under Toby's sweater, fingers closed around his pierced nipples, and the man felt the cum filling the channels of his dick and coming to the head, intending to splash out.

"Toby..." He whispered, kissing the exposed skin on the guy's neck. "Toby, you are so sweet... What have you done to me, you little rascal? I'm going to embarrass myself like a virgin man. Where did you come from?"

"I didn't come..." Toby moaned, pressing his buttocks into the man's groin and starts rubbing up against his cock, demanding penetration. "I've always been. Just you didn't see... Herr Dalgaard, please... I can't take it anymore... I want you."

"Bjorn... my name. You know it, Tobi..." The man put his cock against the guy's anus and pushed inside, penetrating the tight but relaxed flesh.

Toby gave a squeak and Bjorn pressed the guy against himself, hugging him tightly and starting to move slowly until the blood finally hit his head and he lost control over himself.

Toby trembled in the man's strong arms.

Herr Dalgaard seemed mad. He had suddenly become a furious, passionate beast who had trapped his prey and was now lording it over her.

The man was practically hammering Toby into the elevator wall. Making the guy lean forward, he moved sharply, squeezing his thighs with his fingers. And Toby almost howled with pain and crazy, insane, and utterly dizzying pleasure.

And then the pain was suddenly replaced by bright circles before his eyes. Toby's legs gave way, and he almost fell, yelping loudly and trembling all over his body. And only after an incredibly long moment, during which the world before his eyes was drowned in the brightest flashes of bliss, the guy realized that he was cumming. Eagerly, openly, more and more impaling on the man to prolong the pleasure.

Bjorn cummed and picked up the guy's weakened body, keeping him from falling.

Toby was trembling in his arms and breathing hard. The man turned the guy around to face him, helping him pull up his pants.

"Be patient a little bit. Now you're going to take a shower or a bath," he said, supporting the guy hugging him with one hand while he zipped up his own fly with the other.

And then he pressed his lips to Toby's again, feeling that he seemed to be in deep trouble.

"Only if it's with you," the guy laughed softly, hugging the man by the neck. "To the bathroom, only with you. And into the shower. You have no idea how it is... to want someone so much. To want someone the way I want you."

"Oh, where would I know." Bjorn grinned, and pressed the elevator start button.

Inside the man, everything clenched into a tight spring.

He couldn't wait to get Toby into the bathroom. Then into bed. And into the bathroom again. And on and on until the craziness passed.

And he also had an unbearable urge to do something stupid.

The elevator didn't take long. It hummed softly. It stopped. And the doors opened silently.

Toby took a step and leaned onto his left leg. Bjorn held him back. And then, on a sudden impulse, he carefully picked up the guy in his arms and laughed merrily, noticing the extreme amazement on his face.

"It's just a thank you for the great sex, don't be fooled." Bjorn said, hiding his uninvited embarrassment behind a silly mannerism.

Toby snuggled up to the man and hid his face on his shoulder.

"What if someone sees?" He asked uneasily.

But the man only snorted derisively and continued to stride forward.

Taking advantage of the moment, the guy got a little bolder and gently kissed Herr Dalgaard's neck, getting drunk on the scent of his skin.

"You little rascal," Bjorn laughed softly, quickening his step, "do you want me to lay you out in the hallway?"

The guy's tender kisses sent shivers down Bjorn's spine, and his groin felt hot again. Toby wanted and knew how to love, and Bjorn was very sorry that he could not reciprocate.

"In the hallway, in the office, on the desk, under the desk, in the chair, on the balcony, in the car... Anywhere!" Toby chuckled softly, continuing to caress the man, massaging the back of his head with his fingers and biting his earlobe. "I could go on with this list forever."

"I don't doubt it," Bjorn stopped at the door to his apartment and set Toby on the floor.

His dick was sticking out like a stake again, eager to taste the hot young flesh, and the man urged himself to be patient, reminding himself that it was better to indulge in amorous pleasures in the apartment than in the hallway, where they could be seen by curious neighbors.

"But I memorized the list you gave me. So in the morning, don't whine that your ass hurts. Tonight I'm going to have a blast for the whole week that I haven't seen you."

"Challenge accepted, Herr Dalgaard," Toby joked, and laughed. "But then don't complain that your balls are ringing when you walk."

"Bjorn, Toby. Stop being formal," Bjorn whispered, stepping into the darkness of the apartment with the guy and closing the door, cutting himself and the guy off from the light. "Do you understand me? Herr Dalgaard is only for work, and only when we are not alone."

Then," Toby smiled slyly and slid his hand down the man's pants, encircling the ready-to-fight organ, "I think we should consolidate the transition to an informal form of communication. Where do you want to take me, Bjorn? How about here?"

"No," Bjorn replied quietly. "I want to play. You'll have a minute to hide in this darkness. I'll take you where I catch you. And I will have you very passionately until I run out."

He slapped Toby's ass and softly pulled him away from him.

"Hide..."

The man didn't have to say it twice. Toby only kissed him briefly on the corner of his lips and, laughing, rushed deeper into the apartment.

He had only a minute to hide in a completely unfamiliar room with a minimum of furniture and barriers.

After passing through the doorway, Toby found himself in the spacious living room and froze, amazed at the marvelous view of the city at night through the panoramic window.

However, he had no time to admire the beauties, and in a matter of seconds, the guy was at the window, hiding behind a heavy curtain.

Bjorn waited exactly a minute and followed the guy.

He honestly wasn't peeking, but he couldn't help but hear Toby hitting the coffee table in the living room.

Confidently following the sound, the man went straight to the window and, abruptly pulling back the curtain, caught Toby laughing.

***

"Tell me, Toby, have you been eyeing me for a long time?" Bjorn asked the guy sitting across from him.

After exhausting sex, both of them had only enough time to lazily crawl to the bathroom and immerse themselves in the water.

Bjorn sometimes squeezed Toby's skinny ankles with his palms and massaged his feet, which made the guy blissfully squint. But when Toby heard his question, he tensed. The guy's face turned crimson in the subdued light of the lamp in an instant, and this charming change delighted the man.

"Oh, quit it!" Bjorn smiled and tickled the guy's foot with the tip of his finger. "Come on, admit it. How long have you been in love?"

"A few months," Toby replied, rubbing his nose in embarrassment.

The warm water relaxed the guy's body, tired and exhausted from the hot sex. And there was peace and contentment in his soul.

"I first saw you when I was coming home from my part-time job," he confessed. "And I thought it was the first time I'd ever seen such an attractive man. At that moment I was very jealous of the man who was hugging you on the doorstep of the bar. I have to admit, I didn't realize right away that you were dead drunk."

Toby laughed and continued:

And a few weeks later, I got a job as a courier for our company. And I was terribly surprised and embarrassed to see you in the cafeteria. Now I could watch you not only at the bar, but also during lunch breaks. And that made me incredibly happy.

Bjorn smiled and relaxed completely, feeling strangely satisfied that Toby was sleeping with him not just because he had succumbed to the moment.

"I like you too," he said, stroking the boy's calves. "Not just your body. All of you. It's easy with you. And calmly. Thank you."

Toby smiled. At first sheepishly, and then very sincerely and frankly. And to express his joy, which exploded like fireworks in his heart, he leaned forward and hugged Bjorn tightly.

"You make me the happiest person in the world," he whispered hotly. "And I don't have enough words to express everything I feel for you."

Bjorn smiled and hugged Toby to him, kissing his wet neck.

"We'll take the day off tomorrow," he said peremptorily. "Paid. As the boss, I allow it."

"A day off?" Toby pulled away from the man a little and looked into his eyes. "And you? Will you be with me all day?"

Bjorn nodded and, giving the guy a brief peck on the tip of his nose, said:

"Come to bed. I'll caress and love you."

Toby broke into a pleased smile and kissed the man on the lips, making it clear that he did not mind taking advantage of his offer at all.

This night promised to be long and sweet. And the guy didn't want to trade it for sleep.