Brent circled a thumb slowly over the soft, thickened skin of Will’s sac, lifting and jostling his tight and aching balls. Will made a very undignified huh sound as his abs clenched and he tried with only partial success to keep himself from thrusting his hips upward for more. Next, Brent slid that thumb slowly up the long ridge running from the base of Will’s dick, straight up through the incredibly sensitive divot in its crown. He caught a drop of pre-come as it emerged and used it to let his thumb glide in a slow circle around the opening in the tip.

“Jesus,” grated Will, mindlessly, “Brent!”

“Kiss me,” Brent commanded.

Will didn’t want Brent’s mouth anywhere but on his throbbing dick in that moment. “No,” he protested impatiently… “Just…”

“Kiss me again first,” Brent insisted in a reasonable tone.

Fine. Will sat up and grabbed Brent’s head in his hands, his thumbs on his cheeks, fingers wrapping around the back of his head, and Will bent over him and kissed Brent with all the desperation he was feeling in that moment. Let Brent feel the way he was feeling. Let him experience what it was like to be toyed with and edged. He kissed him long and hard, hot and wet, and he didn’t stop until they were both gasping for air. Then he went back in and kissed him softly and teasingly, melting kisses, kisses that Will would probably be thinking about for a while, but so would Brent, and that was the point. If you’re going to be a one night stand, at least be an unforgettable one. When Will's kisses had seduced even his own chest into aching slightly and Brent was leaning into him and pulling him closer and closer, Will considered his point made and lifted his head.

“Happy?” Will asked, seeing from the expression on Brent’s face that he’d made an impression. By the looks of it, a positive one. Brent now resembled a tousled, horny, appealingly disconcerted Viking god.

“Very,” Brent confirmed. “Never been kissed quite like that before.”

Will had no idea what to make of that, but it didn’t seem to be a backhanded compliment. “We aim to please.”

“You succeed. One more kiss?”

Wishing he looked grudging, knowing he didn’t, Will leaned down and caught Brent’s top lip between his own, worrying it, lapping at it, nudging it until Brent parted his lips again. Will slipped his tongue in for a last leisurely kiss, admitting to himself that he loved Brent’s taste and the firmness of his lips, and the press and slide of his tongue as he tangled it with Will’s. 

Yeah, Will had played himself. He was now caught in a trap of his own making. It was going to take a while to put this night behind him. He probably should’ve just taken the high road and stayed far away from Brent James. Oh, well. Too late now. Might as well enjoy the primrose path to the everlasting bonfire. He kissed Brett for a while longer, kissed him like it was their first and last time, which it was, and then, finally, broke away only after he had kissed Brent every other way he knew how and then gone back and revisited a few of what seemed like their mutual favorites.

“Better?” Will asked.

“Best,” Brent replied convincingly. 

Best? The guy was a good actor, or else Brent was one of those people who lived entirely in the moment. It could be that Brent really was telling the truth, but that it was a truth of short duration. Next week, or, hell, tomorrow night, someone else would have a chance to be the best.

Again, Will didn’t know how to respond.

“Now…” said Brent, looking down at Will’s twitchy, leaky, needy, desperate cock, eyes glowing. With one hand, he grabbed Will’s balls and gave them a firm squeeze that made Will yell in surprise and pleasure, digging his fingers into the arm of the sofa. Brent bent and with his other hand, lifted Will’s straining cock to his lips.

Everything went white for a moment as the heat of Brent’s mouth engulfed him. The world faded away and there was nothing but the warm pull, the wetness, the suction, the soft rub of Brent's tongue, the pillowy touch of his inner cheek, and the gentle, strategic scrape of teeth. Will knew it was bad manners, but he thrust into the squeeze of Brent’s big fist and the softness of his throat helplessly, head rolling on his shoulders, both hands wrapped around that golden head, holding it in place. Brent absorbed this abuse, encouraged it by gripping Will’s ass in his hands and pulling him closer, making sounds of unmistakable satisfaction as he devoured Will completely.

Will held out for as long as he could, knowing this was a once in a lifetime thing, wanting it to last, but in the end it was too good. He was in the hands of a man who had put in the work learning how to make other people lose their minds.

“Gonna come,” he panted in warning, right on the edge, giving Brent a chance to pull away.

Instead, the big hand tightened on his ass, holding him in place, fingers curving around Will’s ass cheeks, fingers long enough that the tip of one of them was just pushing against his hole, and this finished Will off completely. With a bellow he came, pumping ribbons of semen into Brent’s skilled mouth, too wracked to care whether or not this was bad form. He’d tried to warn him. He fell back onto the sofa cushions, limp, and lay there panting for air as Brent brought him back down slowly and gently with more strokes of his tongue and hands.

It was Will’s turn to deliver a sincere compliment. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

If Brent was surprised that Will had stepped outside his compliment comfort zone, he didn’t let it show.

“You were amazing,” Brent corrected with a lift of one shoulder.

“Well, I haven’t done much yet. Give me a minute and then you can see what you think.” Brent had raised the bar pretty high, but Will had some finely-honed skills, too. He thought he might be able to provide something that would make the next guy in line have to work a little extra to overwrite Will’s entry in Brent’s mental database.

Instead of giving Will a chance to return the favor, however, Brent said ruefully, “I really, really, really wish this wasn’t the case, but I actually have to get going, I’ve got something unavoidable going on tonight and I’m already running a little late. I know we said it was a one-time thing, but I would very much like to see you again. Can I get your number so I can call you tomorrow?”

Will sat up, confused. “What do you mean you have to get going? You haven’t even had a turn. At least let me…”

Brent stood, and walked over to pick up his shirt and undershirt which were draped over a chair at the dining table. “Rain check? Please?”

Confusion was morphing into irritation. Will wanted to reciprocate, and he didn’t think anyone had ever prevented him from doing so in the past. “I told you, I don’t date Alphas. This was a one-off.” Will stood and grabbed his trousers, shoving his legs back into them and zipping them up. Rule One: never try to win a debate with a Yale Law grad while naked.

“I heard you loud and clear. You won’t date me. But you said it was a one-night deal. I’ve cashed in a third of a night at most. I still have two-thirds of a night remaining.”

“Nuh-uh. No way. No breaking up the package. This product is not labeled for individual sale.”

“Well, that’s not very sporting of you, and maybe we won’t refer to you as a ‘product’? Believe me, I really want to enjoy my turn, I just can’t tonight for reasons beyond my control. Is it so unreasonable to ask for a rain check on the rest of the evening?”

It wasn’t unreasonable, but flustered and feeling vaguely threatened by his own emotions, Will shook his head ‘no’ regardless. “This is why I don’t date Alphas AND why I don’t date lawyers.”

“Well, having spent even a third of an evening in your company, I have no problem understanding why they seem to want to date you. You’re really not going to give me your number?”

“I’m really not,” said Will, proud of himself for holding the line, but already concerned about how long his pride would shield him from his own horniness.

Brent pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up, then tucked it into his pants. In no time, he was looking completely presentable again. More than presentable. Hugely, blisteringly hot. 

Brent shrugged. “Well, I like a challenge.” 

Will tapped into his resentment over the evening being cut short to help him set the right tone. “I’m not a challenge, I’m an inevitable defeat. Thanks for this, though, I had a good time, at least.”

“Oh, I had a great time too, trust me. You’re irresistible. I’d taste every inch of you if I had the time tonight.”

There was another one of those flustering, over the top compliments that there was no correct response for.

“Something tells me that you’ll find me easier and easier to resist as the minutes tick by after you leave. Easier still if the right person crosses your path," said Will skeptically. Or you could just decide you’d rather stay…

“You think I'll be able to resist you? I doubt that very much. What are you so worried about? Worst case scenario, I have my turn in the next third of the evening, and in the final third we take a turn together, and then if we don’t want to, we never see each other again outside of work. Everybody wins. Twice.”

Huh. Brent was seriously going to leave. Well, ok. Will was fine with him leaving, if that’s what Brent wanted to do. He wasn't going to plead with him. Will preferred him leaving. It was fine. Now Will got to have a nice post-orgasm shower and a relaxing evening without having to get a crick in his neck trying to service that undoubtedly massive, probably glorious cock that he hadn’t gotten a chance to even see. Pity. …No. No, he didn’t need to see it. One dick was no different than the next. Leaving was better. Will started walking towards the front door, pulling it open and holding it for his departing guest like the polite host he was.

“I’m not 'worried',” he clarified to Brent as Brent put on his jacket. “I'm just uninterested in repeating this encounter, even if I did enjoy it. You have my work phone. You can call me at work about the Suarez case if you need anything professional– I have no problem working with you. Compartmentalization is my superpower. I have your contact information in case anything comes up on our end. I’ll be in touch, if so. Thanks for a fun afternoon.”

Brent passed through the doorway in no particular hurry and without looking overly concerned about his second curt dismissal from Will’s presence. As he passed, though, Brent bent and stole a quick kiss. Will jumped a millimeter or two, which pissed him off.  Douche move, Brent. Will was pretty sure he hadn’t kissed back. At least not much.

“See you soon.”

“See you at work.” Will gave him a nod and closed the door behind him. He waited a few seconds out of courtesy and so he wouldn’t seem huffy and then locked the bolt and threw the chain.

He went back into the living room to straighten things up a bit, and when his phone rang, he picked it up on the second ring. “Hey, Chief. What’s up?” He listened to a lengthy query. “Yeah, I can do that. How long?” His eyes widened slightly in surprise at the response. “Whoa, okay. No, I can still do that, that’s just longer than I expected. I don’t mind. See you at seven thirty tomorrow, then. Have a good night.”