Only Temporary Ch. 04

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 4: Suit & Tie

Since Joshua went to the gym at sunrise, he left (very) early and we did not carpool to work together.

I did not get to greet him with my morning wood.

I thought we would share the ride to and from work, but it turned out that I usually ended my days at 5 p. m., while Joshua could stay at the office until 8, 9, or even 10 p. m.

I suppose that was the difference between a bullshit mission and an actual job...

Anyway, we were working in two different aisles of the company.

I worked under Sabrina Barthel in the reputation department.

Her main responsibility was to make sure that YVBM benefited from a stellar image to past, present and potential clients.

As Joshua had mentioned, she was pretty easy to work with.

That being said, she did not pretend to actually care about my mission or the environment.

She was even more straight forward than she had been on the call for the interview.

"Look, Justin, the C. E. O. wants something to show for to our most green-oriented clients, but basically, your salary is the only budget allocated to this environmental cause so nothing you might advise shall cost us any money."

I did not let that throw me.

"In fact, it's often cost effective for a company to be environmentally friendly."

She seemed shocked.

"How so?"

"Simple. Making sure the lights in the meeting rooms are off when they're not in use saves money. Limiting the printing of unnecessary documents saves paper and toner."

She made a face.

Apparently, she did not want to bother with this kind of easy fixes either.

"Well, why don't you evaluate our daily processes and make a list of everything we're doing right?"

I chuckled.

"Shouldn't I be doing the opposite thing? Pointing the issues and what can be improved?"

"Let's be real, if we can put information on the website and in the newsletter about all our current efforts to save the planet, that would be great. Actually, Bramman (the C. E. O.) will be over the moon if I say we can do that without implementing any kind of change."

"I understand where you're coming from and how change can be scary but I promise, there are some really easy things to put in place."

You see, I was really trying to be positive and solution-oriented despite the circumstances.

"Let's make a deal. You find things we can highlight without changing our processes, and once I'm happy with that list, you can use the rest of your time here to make suggestions for improvement."

I almost pushed back but she was my boss, she had recruited me and they were paying me a ton of money.

Besides, I knew there was no way I could change her mind.

"That's a deal."

"Obviously, these potential changes you might come up with during the second part of your mission cannot impact..."

"... The productivity, the profitability, or the cost-effectiveness of the company." I finished her sentence.

She smiled.

"Exactly. See, you've already got the spirit of YVBM! Now come here and let me show you around!"

After all, it made sense that a marketing company would be all about appearances and nothing about substance.

But Sabrina was not a bad person.

She made sure to introduce me to a bunch of people to facilitate my integration in the team, and she notably introduced me to the man who I would be sharing my office with.

A Cuban guy named Rafael.

Fresh out of college, he worked to maintain client relationships once a mission was completed.

His job was basically to make sure that former clients remembered the company and how well they were treated by YVBM.

Rafael was quite cute with an inviting smile and a rather fit body, pretty much on display with the tight tee-shirt he was wearing.

He was only 22 though, and that made me feel like an old man.

Trust me, when you start working with people born in 2003, you have to realize how old you are getting...

In any case, he was nice and one of the few people I met who cared about the environment, so I was happy to have him as my new office mate.

After walking around the office to greet my new co-workers, I got to my desk at 11 a. m.

And I was bored by 11:30.

I had already sent Sabrina the various documents and information I would need and the people I would like to talk to in order to do a sufficient audit.

After that, all I could do was dive into the company's portfolio to see what they were doing for their clients and how it might impact the environment.

Frankly, it was not very useful until I got actual numbers, prices, information on travel and their production methods.

Still, going through their latest campaigns gave me something entertaining to do.

The company had a huge cafeteria on the first floor and I went there for lunch, hoping to see Joshua.

He was not there, but Rafael invited me to his table with some of his friends.

Luckily, he did not just hang out with twenty-somethings.

I had worked for so many different companies over the past few years, - often staying only a few weeks or months at a time -, that I was used to that first day of high school's feeling when meeting so many people and trying to look semi-normal.

You know, the pressure to fit in.

I think that is a feeling that never truly goes away.

But in this case, aside from the utterly pointless nature of my mission, I felt quite comfortable in my new environment.

There were a lot of gay men and women working in marketing, people were pretty friendly, -- at least on a surface level -, and since the company was doing well in 2025, the general atmosphere was pretty good.

Believe me, I had seen much worse.

Though maybe I only felt that way because I had carefully avoided the people Joshua had described as toxic the night before.

Sabrina checked in on me in the afternoon and told me that I had a couple of weeks to send her an initial memo to post on her website.

Yes, that was ridiculous.

Two whole weeks to deliver a whole lot of nothing.

I did not even have to pretend to be working on anything, she really did not care.

My name was already on the YVBM website.

"Mindful of its impact on our planet and because every step counts, Your Very Best Marketing is working with Justin Yates on limiting its carbon footprint."

There was a link to my website to prove that I was legit.

It was pretty smart to put it that way.

There was no concrete detail on what they were possibly doing, it was pretty difficult to prove that they were not "mindful" since that statement did not mean much, and they did work with me, so this part was absolutely true.

I wondered if Joshua had approved of that message on the legal side.

"Man, don't sweat it. Just enjoy! You really cracked the code of capitalism."

Rafael told me with a smirk when I explained the situation.

I honestly felt bad.

"I cracked the code of being paid for contributing nothing... Yay me!"

"Exactly, that's the dream!"

I rolled my eyes but I could not complain.

It was embarrassing enough having nothing to do, I was not going to whine about it to my coworkers.

As I was about to leave the office around 5 p. m., someone knocked at the door.

Immediately, Rafael, who had been scrolling through his phone, went back to work and his cheeky smile turned into a very focused face.

That was pretty funny to witness.

"Hey, Justin, how is this first day going?"

It was Joshua, looking dapper in a very formal suit.

He had gone for the whole big-shot-lawyer look that day: light blue shirt and dark gray tie.

"Wow, Josh! I think I've never seen you with a tie on." I exclaimed.

Rafael gasped.

I realized why he had gone so serious suddenly. The general counsel of the company had just walked in our office.

Normally, that was not good news.

"Don't say that around, people might think I'm not as good as a lawyer as I am." Joshua joked.

"I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation, Mr. Dawson." I replied with a smile.

"So, you've spent the entire day here and you didn't even come by my office to say hello? You were too busy for me?"

"Clearly not." I could not lie about my work load. "But I thought you, on the other end, would be busy."

"My big meeting just ended... Well, I have another in twenty minutes." He sighed.

"See. My point exactly."

"Anyway, it's crazy to see you actually here. You've settled well."

"I have. Everyone's been super nice and welcoming. Rafael is a great office mate."

Joshua turned around and greeted him.

"Hi, my apologies, I don't think we've met. I'm Joshua Dawson, from legal."

I liked the way he introduced himself.

It was pretty humble.

Especially considering the reaction of Rafael, who acted like he was meeting a celebrity. The guy was starstruck!

"No... We... We haven't met. I'm Rafael Perez, I work for Sabrina Barthel. I've joined YVBM about a couple weeks ago."

"Welcome to the team then. I hope we won't have to see each other too often."

"Oh... Really?"

Poor guy.

"I'm just saying that cause generally, if you have to contact the legal department, it means you're in trouble. I don't wish you that."

"Right, I... I hadn't seen it that way."

"But please, I'm here to help so feel free to reach out to me or to anyone from my team if you need anything."

"I won't hesitate."

I had not realized how much Joshua was a big deal in the company.

I kind of felt silly for horsing around with him in front of Rafael.

As usual, Joshua had reacted very well and did not make me feel inappropriate, but maybe I had been.

"Are you returning to the house?" He asked me.

"Yeah... Well, I... I'm done with my missions for the day."

"Cool. Expect me to come back quite late but I suppose we'll see each other there?"

"Sure."

"Bye, guys! Don't work too hard!"

"No chance of that happening..."

Joshua left the office, - I checked his ass looking stunning as always in his suit -, and Rafael immediately spilled the beans.

"You know the general counsel? I mean, did I get that right, you live with him? I thought he was married?!"

"He's an old college friend, I'm just... I'm basically staying at his place until I find some other place to rent here in Denver. It's only temporary."

"Wow. you do live with that man!"

"I suppose... Yeah. Why is this so extraordinary?"

Rafael seemed hesitant but he could not resist telling me more.

"Everyone in the company is crushing hard on him! Come on, you know what he looks like! You told me you were gay, right?"

"I am."

"So, you know! He's the hottest guy in here and that includes every single one of the 500 people working in this company, or the hundreds of thousands living in this city!"

"I guess he's all right."

"All right?! He's a fucking 10 out of 10. Have you seen how he looked just now in his tight suit? Have you seen his..."

He stopped himself there.

What was he about to say? His peachy ass? His prominent bulge? His large thighs?

There were many options to choose from.

I grabbed my bag.

"I didn't say that he didn't look good."

"I thought I might faint when he shook my hands!"

I chuckled.

Rafael was a funny guy and I instantly liked him.

"He's married."

"Yes, I know, that's the tragedy. But damn, you're telling me that you're being paid for basically doing nothing for two months, and when you get home, you get to spend time with that stud... You didn't crack the code; you won the freaking lottery!"

He was not wrong.

When I left about ten minutes later, Rafael made me promise not to repeat anything he had said to Joshua.

I think he was already regretting talking too much.

He told me that his biggest downfall was his big mouth. I thought his spontaneity was awesome.

I kept my promise though; I did not tell Joshua that he had such a reputation in the company, but honestly, I thought that he had a pretty good idea.

He must have known how sexy he was and the effect he had on people.

Since I went home first, - as I would always do -, I made sure to do some cleaning and have the dinner ready by the time Joshua would come home.

I made burgers since my housemate was in his bulking season.

He did look particularly hot in his suit & tie when I thought back about it.

Since he was still not coming home at 8, and I did not know what do with myself, I went to my room to bust a well-deserved nut.

I had not ejaculated once since I had been living there.

I know, pretty crazy!

The thing was that I did not feel entirely at home.

But after more than 72 hours without spanking the monkey, I had to release some tension.

Besides, I had been accumulating good jerking-off material since I had arrived.

I took off my shirt while climbing the stairs, my pants once I was in my room, and my boxer briefs when I lied down in my bed.

I stroked my cock with my socks on.

I could have used a porn but in this case, the memories would get me going much more.

As always, the souvenir of 20 years-old Josh walking around naked during the frat party first came to mind.

They were mixing with the fresher images of my housemate scratching his balls on the couch or sweating while coming back from a run.

I could barely remember his naked body walking in the corridor the first night though.

I hated myself for not daring a more straightforward look.

Still, it was enough to have me horny... and my dick rock-hard.

My balls were full and I was being stimulated a lot lately.

Not that Joshua was doing anything special, he was just sex on a stick, particularly when he was not trying.

People at work who were only seeing him in his suits or formal shirts were drooling over him... Imagine how I was feeling, living with the damn hunk!

I spat of my uncut dick and I jerked it harder with my right hand.

My left hand was busy playing around my asshole.

I did not finger myself but I rubbed my pucker.

At 33, I knew what I liked and how to pleasure myself.

Unfortunately, I had spent more time jerking off than having sex in my adult life...

I was getting damn close to cum.

I slowed down my pace to appreciate my upcoming orgasm. That would be a big one.

I felt good.

I shut my eyes and thought one last time about Joshua's hairy chest and tempting bulge.

My breathing intensified.

I was getting there and...

"Justin? I'm hoooooome!"

"Ah."

I heard the front door shutting downstairs.

Joshua was back.

FUCK!

Such a bad timing, I was so close, I already was leaking precum everywhere and my stomach was sticky.

Freaking out as if I had been caught by my own mother, I hurried around the room to grab my clothes and put them on.

I was acting like a fool.

What if my housemate understood I was jerking off? Who fucking cared?

We were both adults, we were both men, he certainly was beating his large slab of meat himself, especially when his wife was away.

Still, I wiped my stomach, I hastily put some of my clothes back on and I tried to act normal when I walked down the stairs.

I may have been a little red but whatever.

"Hi, Josh. I... I was working in my room."

I could already tell that the unsolicited justification only made it weirder.

"No problem. You do you, Justin."

I bet he knew what I was truly doing... Unless I was paranoid.

Definitely, this was a possibility.

"How was work?"

"Okay, I guess. We've been having issues with the same client for about a year. It's tedious. Bramman was a bit annoying... Oh nice, you cooked?"

"Of course. Least I can do."

He smiled.

"I could really get used to that. Coming home and just having to slide my feet under the table."

"Jennifer is not cooking?"

"Sometimes, she is... I mean, she's working a lot too."

He had already taken off his jacket but he was struggling with his gray tie.

"Are you okay with that thing?" I mocked him.

"Fucking hell... I... Could you give me a hand?"

"Uh... Sure. Of course."

I walked towards him and realized my hands were smeared with precum.

I prayed that he would not notice when I grabbed the knot of his tie.

"I hate wearing those things but I kinda have to when Bramman is attending the meetings."

I untied the knot.

My fingers were slightly trembling as I brushed against his neck.

I may have lingered a little bit too long, our eyes met and there was definitely a weird vibe in the air.

"I... I think you've got it from here." I mumbled.

Joshua seemed startled for a second.

He quickly came back to his senses though.

"Yeah, thanks. It's so hot too in this house."

"I didn't turn on the air conditioning. Sorry."

"That's fine, I get rid of these clothes as soon as I get back from work generally."

"I get it. I'm the same. I'm always in my underwear when I'm at the apartment."

He checked me out.

"Not today though... That being said, you seem to have taken some things off already. What have you been up to?"

He grinned.

In the hurry, I had not put my underwear back on and my shirt was very poorly tucked in my pants.

I looked like a mess.

I was mortified that he pointed it out.

"I..."

"You didn't have to get dressed again for my arrival. For the time being, it's your home too, you know."

"I... I just... It's not that."

He was unbuttoning his blue shirt, making it even more difficult for me to make any sense.

Why was I such a weak man?

"Okay, cool. Cause I don't intend to be too mindful of that myself. I've never been super modest..."

"You shouldn't be."

He took off the shirt entirely.

His muscular hairy chest was right there. Inches away from me. So close to my hand.

I could have touched it. Rubbed it. Licked it.

I could have sucked on his brown nipples for hours.

I could have made him feel good.

But he did not stop there.

Apparently, for Joshua, feeling comfortable in his own home also meant to take off his pants.

"For real, thanks for the burgers, man. You could have started eating though."

He unbuckled his belt.

He had style, the accessory was the same color as his tie and his shoes.

"I was not that hungry..."

Not for food anyway.

The belt was already hanging on an armchair, and Joshua kept going with his impromptu strip-tease.

"Well, I am!"

He pulled down his tight pants and a miracle happened... Part of his white briefs came down with the pants.

It was flimsy, but it definitely happened.

I saw his dark pubic hair and the base of his thick cock.

Just the base... But Good Lord, it was beautiful and enticing.

Joshua quickly re-adjusted his briefs, - his pubes were still visible though -, and he grabbed the clothes he had just taken off.

The man had once again rendered me speechless.

There was no doubt that I was flustered but Joshua continued to act casually.

"I'll just put these in the laundry basket."

He went into the laundry room.

I tried to calm down during that time.

I fixed my clothes and my erection in my pants.

I really should have worn underwear... My hard-on was way too obvious. I even wondered if there was not a stain on my crotch.

Fuck!

There definitely was one... Precum.

I was the worst kind of perverts.

"Hey, Justin." He called from the other side of the house.

"Yes?"

"Where do you put your dirty clothes, man? There are only mines in the basket."

"Oh, well, I've kept them in my room so far... I didn't want to bother you with it..."

"Dude, that's nonsense, we'll wash everything together."

"You're right."

He came back and smiled at me.

I was hiding my bulge behind the center island of the kitchen.

He was not just wearing regular boxer briefs, these were tighties whities. The sexiest kind.

Joshua Dawson truly looked spectacular.

Rafael would have passed out for sure.

I was very turned on by the flawless and barely nude body standing in front of me.

Okay, I may have not controlled my erection, but at the very least, I refrained from getting down on all fours and crawling towards his prominent bulge.

It was an achievement in itself!

The underwear fit him perfectly, tracing a line up his large thighs and just around his butt.

I caught this as he bent over to check the burgers in the oven.

"So, when are we having dinner? I've told you I'm starving!"

"Me too." I let go in a breath.

"Really? I thought you weren't hungry."

"That was earlier... Now, I definitely am."