Rhys POV
Mateo was still shirtless when he started talking about Daniel again. It was becoming a recurring theme. So much so that I’m starting to wonder if his accusations are more wishful thinking than actual truths. He’s obsessed with the idea that Daniel, a co-worker of ours, is openly hitting on me. But I don’t see it.
It’s usually about the way he thinks Daniel is looking at me, or specifically my ass when I’m not looking. There’s the occasional, he stands too close when he’s talking to me. Or finding ways to touch me. But again, I don’t see it. Honestly, if Daniel was doing it, I would notice. Daniel is a hot guy. I wouldn’t miss something like that.
He says Daniel times it all on purpose. That it’s meant to make him notice, not me. But I keep asking the same thing. Flirting is supposed to go somewhere. It’s meant to be seen, to let the other person know you’re interested. So if it’s always when my back is turned, or when I’m walking away, how is that flirting?
He never has an answer for that. Just looks at me like I’m being naïve, like I’m missing something obvious. And maybe I am, but what he is describing doesn’t sound like flirting. If it’s true, it sounds more like, I don’t know, taunting? or maybe some kind of teasing?
The day he came to me with his idea, I thought he finally lost it. “I’ll prove it.” he said. I had no idea how he was going to do that. It’s not like Daniel would do such a thing with Mateo’s phone out recording it. “At the Halloween party. We’ll dress alike. Get him to think you’re me, and I’m you. You’ll see It. I’m right.”
I laughed because it sounded childish, but he was serious. He started showing me sketches, ideas for costumes we could easily switch, creating the mistaken identity scenario he was looking for. The theme was Underworld Uprising, so we imagined the stereotypical battle between heaven and hell. We would go as Angels dressed for battle. Matching armor, with the obligatory amount of exposed skin to provoke his so-called flirtations. Tight leather pants, bare stomach, the differences were in our wings, helmets, gloves, and some additional adornments. Our body builds were similar enough that it should be easy to mistake us, in low enough lights. The kind of costume that’s made for illicit thoughts, not fighting.
The plan was simple, we would find Daniel, make sure he saw the differences, and then we’d swap. Ideally the helmets and low lights would hide everything else. Honestly, I didn’t think there was enough of a difference. I thought he would see right through it. But I didn’t say anything, other than to tell him he out of his mind, but I would play along, to finally put an end to this. That was the deal. If I didn’t see it, he would drop it.
He did a good job assembling the costumes. We stood in front of the mirror, side by side, and we did look a lot alike. I had to give him credit. Drop the lights and his plan seemed possible.
I looked at him in the glass. “You really want to do this?”
He nodded.
“And if you’re wrong?” I asked, wanting to hear him say the word.
“If I’m wrong, I’ll drop it. But if I’m right?”
“Ok fine, I’ll bite. What do you want if you’re right?”
He smiled, the smile that says you already know the answer to that. And, I did. He wanted to get frisky at work. For us to sneak off and fuck in the bathroom or some abandoned conference room table one day. It’s not that I didn’t like the idea. It’s the risk. Why risk your job for a quick fuck. But, ok, if agreeing to this bet and his terms would put an end to this. Then so be it.
“So, what’s the goalpost? What exactly do I have to see to admit you’re right? Let’s make it clear now so we don’t end up arguing about it later.”
“Simple. You have to see him make a move. Something he thinks he’s getting away with. An obvious stare at your ass. Well, my ass in this case. A touch that isn’t accidental. Or one of those fake excuses, like pretending to reach for something and using it as an opportunity to cop a feel. Trust me, if he doesn’t realize we’ve switched, you’ll see it.”
I wanted to point out, that I could just claim I don’t see it and automatically claim victory in this bet. But he was being genuine, so I would too. Though, I did have to wonder if he would potentially encourage the behavior, he was looking for in order to win the bet.
We took off the wings, since it would be impossible to get in the car and drive with them on, and readied ourselves for the party. I for one planned to get drunk. I’m going to need it.
We reached the warehouse just after midnight. The air outside was cold enough to tingle, but the heat hit the moment we stepped in. A number of people had already arrived. I was having fun talking to our friends and already two drinks in when I noticed him.
Daniel was standing by the bar, a beer in his hands. He wore a black, skintight suit decorated to give the appearance of a skeleton. He has a tighter frame than I gave him credit for, more definition. He’s only five foot nine, but he has an appeal I hadn’t noticed before. Like, I always knew he was hot. but, seeing him like this now. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but he looks even hotter. The thin fabric did nothing to hide his bulge. But see, that’s my point. The one Mateo doesn’t seem to agree with. I would notice if he was hitting on me.
I felt Mateo looking at me, looking at him. When I turned to look at him, he had this smile on his face. The one that says I’m about to say I told you so. I nodded in his direction. Lets get this over with. I downed the rest of my drink and took his hand to cross the room. I stayed half a step behind. Daniel’s eyes moved between us, taking in the matching armor
I removed my helmet as Mateo greeted him, as polite as ever. It’s not that Mateo didn’t like Daniel, he just didn’t like the way he was supposedly flirting with me.
“Twins Angels?” he asked.
Mateo answered before I could. “Not quite.” He went on to point out the differences in our costumes, as subtle as they are. This didn’t work otherwise. I did notice, his eyes seemed to stay on me more than Mateo as he was explaining. That that I think that means anything.
The talk went nowhere, small jokes, the safe kind. We really didn’t know each other outside of work. So, it’s not like we had a lot to talk about. And Daneil was fairly new at the company, so it’s not like we even had much of a chance to get to know him there either. And since people tend to frown upon talking about work, outside of the office, we avoided that topic.
We’re I work as an internal trainer and Mateo is a business analyst for the tech company. Daniel works in the call center. So our interactions tend to be in the break room, company meetings, or when one of us is actually in the call center for a meeting. They have more conference rooms that we tend to borrow.
Daniel is in a number of my training sessions, being a new employee, which is to be expected. And Mateo has regular meetings with the team leaders, going over their metrics.
We broke away after a while. Time to change costumes. We went to one of the restrooms on the far side of the warehouse. He unhooked his chain, dropped it in my hand. I pulled off my gloves and gave them to him. Then we swapped wings. The final trade was the mask.
“We need to keep a distance from one another.” he reminded me, as if I didn’t know. We’d only discussed his plan a dozen times by now. The idea was simple. I would give him space. Enough for Daniel to notice he, in my costume, was alone. An opportunity for him to make a move. He even speculated, that having a few drinks in him, Daniel might be a bit more brazen, a bit more direct. I would sit back and watch from a distance. I wouldn’t look at him directly. Not all the time. I would need to appear pre-occupied. But, I wanted to test the taunting theory too, so I would look at Daniel a bit. To see if he would do something designed for me, or Mateo, to see.
Mateo drifted toward the far side of the room, blending in with a group near the stairwell. I stayed close to the bar where it would be easier to pretend, I’m wrapped up in conversation. I scanned the room for Daniel; I needed to be aware of when he would notice we weren’t together. I was willing to give it half an hour for him to try something. Nothing more. I wasn’t going to spend the entire evening away from my boyfriend, as part of his crazy plan.
I found him, and I could feel him watching me a bit. At least, I think that’s what he was doing. I raised my hands to touch my face. Calling out the fact I didn’t have any gloves on. If he remembered that detail, it would make him think I’m Mateo. And he noticed, he started looking around. So maybe there was more to what Mateo was saying.
I knew where Mateo was, so all I needed to do was wait for Daniel to look in his direction. He eventually found him. At least I think he did. It’s right direction, but he didn’t move. His attention seemed divided.
It was then that I noticed Ethan approach him. The hug they exchanged told me they knew each other. More than just coworkers. Ethan is pretty high up in HR, and technically one of my bosses. I’m not sure why, but I never asked myself how Daniel got an invite to the party, considering it was invite only, and he was new. Well, I think my answer to that one. If he’s friends with Ethan, that would explain it. Ethan is good friends with Liam, the host.
They kept talking and I was reaching my half an hour point. About ready to put an end to this little game when Ethan excused himself. Daniel didn’t waste any time. He went right for Mateo, dressed as me. He was merely being polite to Ethan. That was obvious now. But I wasn’t ready to claim defeat in this.
If I’m going to do something as risky as have sex at work. Then I’m going to require some pretty concrete evidence that Mateo is right. So far everything is speculative.
I took a breath and followed at a distance. Making sure to stay out of their direct line of sight. Using groups of people as a natural barrier. Given the number of people at the party, I was able to get surprisingly close. Not close enough to hear anything. I wondered how Mateo planned to handle this part. Daniel would notice the difference in our voices. But the music, the crowd. It’s possible.
Daniel walked up behind Mateo, and he did pretty obviously check out that ass. But, he had on tight leather pants. They sort of invited that kind of attention. By his design.
Before Daniel let himself be known to Mateo, he very obviously scanned the room, looking for me. Which, he wouldn’t have found because I was intentionally trying to stay hidden. Then I remembered the other part of it. He needed to see me at some point. He needed to see me distracted. So I stepped into a spot where he could see me, but kept my attention in another direction. I pretended not to notice them.
And then I think I saw the proof I was supposed to see. He very clearly placed his hand on Mateos back and let his hand slide around to his side as he moved in front of him. A friendly gesture. One, I do remember him doing with me after one of his first training sessions. He was one of the last ones in the room. Said he had some more questions for me on how a specific user interface worked. At the time I took the gesture as one to simply let me know of his presence. so as to not surprise me when he came up to me from behind.
you have to understand. The company doesn’t have all the rules against inter-office relationships and interactions as you might see at other companies. Our rules specifically center around consent or lack there of. The wording is designed around clear boundaries. I never indicated any form of discomfort. And I never told him to stop. Our rules didn’t allow for perceived anything. They were very clear. Treat adults like adults. If you don’t like something, you need to say it. Either to them directly, or to HR.
Seeing the way he did it now. I remember it clearly. I could almost feel it.
But, Is that enough? Right now, I’m going to say, No. With as much of a deal as he’s been making out of this. I’m going to need more.
Daniel seemed to take the situation as an open offer to turn it up a notch. I didn’t miss the way his hand seemed to rest on Mateos arm, the casual strokes up and down. They did seem to be having trouble hearing one another. It seemed like any time one of them went to say anything, they had to lean in close to their ear. They were standing close to one of the speaker setups.
I wondered if that was how he was getting around the voices problem. Again I needed to give Mateo credit. He really thought about every possible angle. But still. None of the behavior seemed to fit what he described. It came close.
A few minutes later, I did get the real confirmation. I was in Daniels line of sight. I pretended to be pre-occupied as usual. But I did dare a direct look in their direction, and I gave a wave. Mateo was looking the other way. And Daniel moved his hand in a way that was obvious taunting. He was pretending to grab my, Mateo’s ass. No physical contact, but the action was obvious.
So, that’s what Mateo was referring to. Daniel has been taunting him a bit, with me. I wanted to go over there. To end the game. To let Mateo know he won. But then I remembered something he told me. “Don’t stop it when it happens. First, we don’t want a scene. Second, You’ll see, he doesn’t stop.”
Well, Mateo didn’t want me to stop. Considering the situation, he would have noticed, even as subtle as Daniel was trying to be, Mateo was looking for it. He was expecting it. I wasn’t. I just pretended I didn’t notice and turned my attention back to the crowd around me.
I expected Mateo to excuse himself shortly after, return to me, and claim victory, along with the inevitable gloating. That didn’t seem to happen. Mateo looked like was showing off parts of his costume, and from his body movements. He was enjoying the attention.
Daniel seemed to be using the opportunity to touch, everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Nothing quick either. He didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he let it drag over Mateo’s body, from part to part.
He put his hand on Mateos back and guided him deeper into the warehouse, and Mateo didn’t resist. While they walked, I noticed the way he slid his hand down to Mateo’s ass. That wasn’t fake. It wasn’t a performance. It was deliberate. His hand was firmly placed on Mateos ass and Mateo did nothing but allow it.
I was jealous, for multiple reasons. I mean, first, because Mateo was allowing this, when he knew I was watching. I could only imagine he was allowing it to go further than we talked about to punctuate his point. To remove any possible way I could deny it. We never talked about him allowing anything to go this far. Nor about him responding to Daniel’s flirtations.
When they disappeared behind the curtains, an area that was clearly meant to be off limits to guest. I knew what was about to happen. This was no longer to prove a point.
What Mateo was thinking, I had no idea. He knew I was watching. He knew I would have seen them duck away. He never once looked back in my direction to confirm I was watching.
Yeah, I was steaming and had no idea how I should react. It’s a catch 22. It’s not work function. So, I technically couldn’t get in trouble for making a scene. But more than one of my bosses are present. Making a scene wouldn’t look good.
Which only added to my dilemma, did any of them see what was going down? If they did, I could only imagine what they would think. It would look like I went off with Daniel and left Mateo standing back, watching. And if they didn’t know which of us is which, it would still look like one of us was messing around.
I scanned the room, trying to see if anyone noticed, or was looking at me. Luckily it seemed to go on completely unnoticed.
I mean, yeah part of me was flattered that Daniel really was into me like that. It made me reconsider all the seemingly innocent conversations we would have after a training class. It made me wonder just what was going on in his mind during class. I could only imagine some of it, and honestly, it was appealing.
Another part was starting to get a little pissed at Mateo. The whole situation was just so fucked up. Then I began to wonder if this was a complete setup. Was Daniel in on it? Did he know full well who he was talking to? Was this nothing more than a way for Mateo and Daniel to fuck with my head a bit. To fuck around with each other and give Mateo the opportunity to say he did it to prove a point or something.
I couldn’t wait to hear what his excuse was going to be.
His earlier words. “Don’t stop it when it happens.” kept repeating in my head. It just served to re-enforce the idea this was a setup. That it was planned. And Mateo intended me to watch. That he intended to take it way too far. But serious, this far?
Well, if that’s what he really wants, then fine, I’ll let him have it. He can have his fun, his risky hookup. Then tonight, at home, in private; I’ll find out where we really stand as a couple.
I still love him, I always will, but we need to have a talk.
It was at least five, more likely ten minutes before I decided I needed to see it happen if I was going to accuse him of anything later. So, I moved closer. I doubted they would stay right by the curtains. They would go deeper into the warehouse, for some real privacy if that was their real intent.
I got to the curtains and peaked behind them, doing my best to not be seen. It was dark, but there was enough ambient light that I could they weren’t there. I quickly entered and closed the curtain behind me. I could see a long hallway, barely lit, with several hallways leading off of it. Some going into other parts of the warehouse, and some heading into the maze. Access corridors for event staff, maybe?
There were boxes everywhere. Empty crates. Drop cloths. It’s everything they need to pack up the maze and store it long term when the event is over. Extra supplies for the bar. No alcohol. Just glasses. towels, some empty coolers.
Slowly I kept going deeper. I didn’t want them to hear me coming. Nor did I want to be seen. I found them. On dark stairway leading to an upper level. They grabbed one of the drop cloths I saw on the way. Daniel was laying back on the stairway. His costume peeled down to his thighs, revealing his bare chest. I couldn’t see much in the dim light. But I could see he has a nice body. Mateo was on his knees to one side of Daniels legs, the far side.
He was sucking Daniel’s cock. If he looked up, there’s was a fair chance he would see me. The fucker still had his helmet on. I mean, what the fuck? Daniel had to know it was him by now. Was he still trying to pretend?
I still didn’t say anything. I just stood in the shadows and watched. By this point. I wanted to see how far he would go.
From this angle, I could see he was really going at it. Daniels far hand slipped under Mateos pants, with his hand firmly on Mateos ass. The center of his ass. It doesn’t take a vivid imagination to know what was happening there. To know exactly where his fingers were, and what they were doing.
Daniel’s head was laying back. The fucker was really enjoying Mateo’s mouth. Can’t blame him there. I knew that feeling all too well. Mateo’s good. He likes to take it deep and hold it there. He likes to wrap his hand around the shaft so he can stroke you as he sucks. And he does suck. None of this, just leave it in your mouth crap. He gives the name meaning. A Blow Job, because when done right, it should take some work. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a hot sight. It was.
The fucking heat of his mouth would feel amazing against the cool of the warehouse.
That doesn’t mean it didn’t also piss me off. Did Mateo think doing it back here would allow him to pretend it didn’t happen. Surely, he knew I would have seen them disappear.
I was too focused on watching Mateo that I didn’t notice Daniel saw me. His head was no longer tipped back. He was alert and looking right in my direction. He had a grin across his lips that I could see clearly even in the dim light. A smug fucking grin. And if that didn’t piss me off. The way he turned his attention back to Mateo, guided him off his cock, and directed him to climb on, would have done it.
Mateo didn’t hesitate. My mostly top boyfriend pulled those pants off faster than I’ve ever seen him do, and he slid right down on Daniel’s cock facing away from him. He took that cock in his ass far easier than he should have. It’s not that he doesn’t bottom. He does. And he’s good at it. He just prefers to top.
So, seeing him like this, just adds insult to injury. Was it part of his continued act that he was me? Given the choice, I’ll bottom nine times out of ten. Or ninety-nine times out of a hundred, but who’s counting?
Before this, if I thought about Mateo ever cheating on me. I would have bet it would have been with another bottom. Another tight ass for him to plow. Someone who was willing to play into his kink of risky places.
But, it’s not like he needed to go elsewhere for it. I have topped him every time he asked for it. I never pushed back. I never insisted we flip. I gave him what he wanted at the time.
Once they seemed to get into a rhythm, Daniel returned his attention to me, watching them. He had his hands on Mateo’s waist and was really guiding him up and down on his cock. Mateo, just from his body language alone told me he was loving it. One hand was being used for balance while the other was firmly wrapped around his cock.
Daniel held him up a bit and began to fuck up and into Mateo’s ass. You could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, combined with Mateo’s moans of pleasure.
I hated the way it made me hard watching it. And I hated the way I recognized the root of my jealousy was split. Mateo aside, Fuck. I would love being fucked like that. But I never would have agreed to do it in such a risky place.
I always thought Daniel was a nice guy. He never gave me a reason to believe otherwise. Easy to talk to, super sweet, and always seemed to be open to helping out others.
But the way he let go of Mateo’s waist, extended his hand in my direction, and flipped me off as Mateo seemed to be begging for more, told me what kind of guy he really was. There was no mistaking that intent. It was one great big fuck you.
It took everything in me not to go over there and beat the shit out of him, and I’m not a violent person. But it still crossed my mind.
I would pull Mateo off him. Kick his ass. Probably kick him in the balls too. And then fuck Mateo over him, just to add insult to injury. You know. Respond in kind.
But that would most certainly cost me my job, and while I wasn’t sure where my relationship was going, I wasn’t losing my job over it.
I stood there and watched for another minute. I don’t know why. My anger holding me in place, or the heat of the site in front of me. I didn’t want to admit it, but Daniel did look hot, and I did like seeing Mateo be such a hungry fucking bottom.
I knew that if I stayed, I would continue to get even more pissed. I also knew they would be going at it for a while, and I wasn’t going to just stand there and watch. What hurt the most is, when I saw him extend his hand in my direction, I was expecting him to beckon me to join them.
I Reasoned that it would start to make everything make sense. Especially Mateo’s actions. A way of instigating a threesome without outright asking for it. A risky one, yes. But then Mateo would have known how I would have responded. I would have joined them.
But that “fuck you” gesture made it clear. I wasn’t being invited to join them. More likely I was being told to “fuck off” and let them fuck in private. They were just getting started.
So, I returned to the party. More specifically, the bar. I needed a drink.
I know not to act when I’m pissed. Nothing good ever comes from that. I would figure things out with Mateo later. And I would just stop being nice to Daniel at work. I might even stop giving him high praises from his training sessions. That would certainly hurt his chances for a raise or a promotion.
See, this is why you don’t fuck people you work with. Too much potential for drama. Too much ability to fuck with your life.
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