Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 09:06:19 +0000
From: S Kay <s.watkins@live.co.uk>
Subject: Forbidden Crush Part 4

Turns out this will be a 5-part story not a 4-part :) sorry folks!

Copyright 2013 Samantha Kay
All Rights Reserved.

Forbidden Crush, Part 4
By Samantha Kay


Darren leant back against the wall opposite the door to Jamie's office. His
foot tapping restlessly on the floor, his eyes feeling dry and sore.

-Why did Jamie turn like that last night? He must be in denial about being
gay –but it all seemed to flow so naturally to him? There was no
hesitation -or did I just not notice it?

"What are you doing here?"

Darren stood to attention as he saw Jamie at the office door giving him a
hard stare.

-Fuck you still look beautiful...

"I needed to give you your keys." Darren stuttered, as he held them up to
show him. "I locked up after you left last night."

-Why did you run off last night?

-Please don't tell me you regret what happened, please tell me it meant
something...

Jamie, who had dark circles under his eyes and a hand resting on his
stomach, slowly walked up to Darren.

 "I'm sorry for last night." Jamie stifled out through his tight, dry
throat. "It shouldn't have happened. I don't know why it did, but I'd
rather we didn't discuss it again." -I can't stop thinking about last night
Darren. But how can I feel like this about a man? How did I give in to you
so easily?

 "Ok." Darren nodded, noticing the usual shine in Jamie's eyes had
dulled. "But can I speak to you privately in your office for a moment?"

-I'm not giving up that easily.

Jamie's eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly.

"Oh. Ok. Sure." -What does he want?

Jamie turned around to unlock the door and motioned for Darren to go ahead.

As soon as Jamie shut the door Darren's heart jumped.

-Just ask him. Do it.

"Last night." Darren's voice was shaky, stripped of its usual composure. "I
know it meant something to you."

Jamie shook his head before glancing down at his feet, his hand rubbing the
back of his neck.

"Look, I know you're not ready to come out or anything, but –"

"I'm not gay Darren!" Jamie exclaimed, jerking his head up to stare at
Darren. "What happened was a mistake, it was nothing. Nothing."

"Who are you trying to convince?" Darren chortled. "You loved what I was
doing to you last night –you were even calling my name for fucks sake."

Jamie diverted his gaze as his cheeks reddened.

"Leave me alone Darren." He mumbled, before going over to his desk and
throwing his cigarettes, lighter and mobile onto it. He let out a loud sigh
as he roughly scraped his fingers through his hair.

"Sorry Jamie." Darren said with a softened tone.

He slowly came up behind Jamie. He gently placed his hands on Jamie's
shoulders as he spoke quietly in his ear. "I get that this is a lot to deal
with."

Jamie's body tensed before spinning around, forcing Darren to take a step
back.

"No Darren, I know what you're trying to do!" Jamie's lips were revealing
the straight sharp teeth beneath them, and his hands had curled into
fists. "Just piss off ok, leave me the fuck alone! I don't need this shit."

"Why do you keep turning like this?" Darren spat back, his eyes
narrowing. "How long do you think you can keep this up for eh? Even if I
leave you alone, you'll soon find yourself here with someone else, so why
not stop dragging out the inevitable?"

Jamie charged past Darren before swinging the office door open.

"Thank you for your time Darren, but I have a lot to do this morning." His
tone tight and cocky.

Darren stared at Jamie for a few moments, allowing the tension in his limbs
to ease a little.

He shook his head before leaving the room, jumping as the door was slammed
shut behind him.

-What the fuck? Why is he being such a prick about this?

~*~

Jamie backed up into the door, his head falling into his hands as he burst
into tears.

-What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

-I cheated on Laurie –I fucking cheated! How could I do this to her?

-And with a man!

-Why am I so drawn to him? Why can't I just dismiss this, like the last
time?

Jamie rubbed his face of any moisture, and rushed over to his desk to grab
his cigs and lighter.

-I need to get a fucking grip.

-Last night meant nothing. It was nothing. I just need to push it out of my
mind and focus on getting me and Laurie back on track.

~*~

Darren stormed back to his office.

"Fuck!" He groaned, as he kicked the little plastic bin beside his desk.

-Why can't he just admit last night meant something to him? He clearly
wanted me; he never said no, never told me to stop.

Darren sat down, thumping the top of his desk as he did so.

-Geez, why am I so wound up by this?

-I barely know the guy!

-Fuck working with him on that project, I can't be doing with this grief
either.

~*~

Jamie sat sombrely at his desk, his head in his hands as he sighed to
himself.

-I need to go talk to Darren. I can't leave things like this.

-It's 4 o `clock and he still hasn't come to see me –not even to discuss
the project we're supposed to be doing together.

Jamie's eyes were sore, and he couldn't shake off the jittery feeling in
his legs.

He was sure he could still smell Darren's cologne in the air; inhaling
deeply whenever the scent caught his nose.

He checked his mobile, his stomach stirring painfully when he saw he had a
text from Laurie.

`Hey, sorry for this morning babe. I'll make it up to you. Love you loads
xxx'

He swallowed hard, trying to rid the lump in his throat as he put his phone
in his pocket.

Jamie didn't want to go home, he couldn't face Laurie; the idea of putting
up a false façade, to hide the pain of missing Darren, made him feel
sick and breathless.

-Fuck it, I'm gonna work late.

Jamie picked up his work phone off the desk.

Despite his arms becoming prickly with sweat, and his mouth feeling dry and
tight, he dialled the number for Darren's office.

"Yep." Darren answered the phone bluntly, throwing Jamie off guard.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry. It's me, Jamie."

"I know." Darren continued in his sharp tone. "Your number showed up."

Jamie's cheeks were burning, his forehead now feeling tickly with sweat.

"Sorry. I d-didn't think."

"What did you want?"

"Erm. I'm just staying late. Again. To work on the delegations. Was
wondering if you wanted to, well, join me?" Jamie said quietly.

-Please, I need to see you...

His heart sank when he heard Darren sigh.

"Sorry. It doesn't matter." Jamie's voice beginning to crack. "I can manage
it alone –"

"No it's fine." Darren cut in. "I'll come at 5, is that alright?"

Jamie's heart jumped into his throat.

"Erm, yeah, that'd be great!"

"Ok. See you then." Darren then quickly hung up, sending doubts into
Jamie's mind.

-Does he actually want to see me? Or does he just want to get on with our
project?

Jamie quickly got to his feet, stumbling as he caught his ankle underneath
the chair. He darted out the room and into the toilets.

He wet his fingers under the tap before brushing them through his hair;
attempting to freshen it up and make it look like he'd made an effort with
it.

He then washed his face with cold water; hoping the refreshing splash of it
against his skin would diminish the dark bags under his eyes from the lack
of sleep.

Studying himself in the mirror, Jamie then unfastened the first few buttons
of his shirt to reveal a bit of his chest.

"That'll do." He said as he exhaled deeply, before hurrying back to his
office.

As Jamie sat down, tapping his fingernails impatiently on the desk, he
couldn't stop reliving last night. The feel of Darren's hands on his body,
the kissing, and the soft murmuring in his ear.

-I need to feel that again, no-one's made me feel that good before...


To be continued...


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