My Online Lover Is the Rival I Fired novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Seven Nights

Mo padlocks the door, sets the terms (here, never anywhere else, nothing on the face) and Yu fucks him over the audit desk until neither can look away; at the door Mo says it doesn't count, he is seeing someone.

The brass padlock went through the hasp on the inside of the lab door at five past one.

Mo Chenyao turned round with the key in his fist.

"Rules," he said.

"You love rules."

"I love yours least," said Mo. "Here, in this room, never anywhere else."

"If I see your hand on me in a lift, I'll break your wrist."

"Agreed."

"No mouths." Mo dropped the key into a drawer. "Nothing on the face. I don't kiss people I'm auditing."

"Agreed," said Yu, and was surprised how little he liked it.

Mo looked at him for a long moment.

"You never argue."

"You've told me what you want. Why would I argue?"

"Because you're a bastard who argues with weather." Mo took off his glasses and set them on the desk, folded. "Take off your jacket."

Yu took it off.

He laid it over the chair, with the black phone in the inside pocket.

He rolled his sleeves to the elbow, one and then the other.

Mo watched his forearms.

"Shirt."

Yu unbuttoned it, slowly, because he wanted Mo to wait.

Mo did not wait.

He crossed the white tile, got both hands inside the open shirt, and shoved it off Yu's shoulders.

His palms were hot.

They went over the chest and down the ribs and across the stomach slowly, counting.

"You're thinner," said Mo.

"So are you."

"Don't say things like that to me."

Yu caught his jaw.

Not his mouth. He kept to the rule.

He tilted Mo's face up in his hand and looked at the mole and the bare, unprotected eyes, and said, "Turn around."

"Who gave you the right to give orders?"

"The seven nights. Turn around, Mo Chenyao."

For a heartbeat Mo glared.

Then he turned, and unbuckled his own belt with his fingers shaking, and pushed trousers and underwear down his thighs.

He braced both forearms on the audit desk, bent at the waist.

The long pale line of his back curved down into the high, hard curve of his ass.

Yu took a long look.

"Don't just stare," said Mo, into his folded arms.

"I'm deciding where to start."

"Start in me," said Mo.

"You're not ready."

"I brought supplies." Mo kicked his bag along the floor with one foot. "Side pocket. You'd never have thought of it."

Yu found the small tube and uncapped it.

The gel was cold on his fingers.

He knelt to line his eyes with the small tight hole and slid one slick finger over it, around it, until Mo's shoulders jerked.

"Slower."

"You told me to hurry," said Yu.

"I told you to start. Slower."

Yu pressed the tip in.

Mo's heat closed round his finger, tight and instantly greedy, and a rough noise left the man at the desk.

"More," said Mo.

"Say please."

"Go to hell."

Yu added a second finger and curled them, found the place, and rubbed it, once, firm.

Mo's whole body went rigid.

"Oh, you son of a bitch," he said, gasping. "There. Again. Again."

"Please."

"Please. Please, fuck, Yu. Please."

Yu stood.

His hands were not steady, which annoyed him.

He got his trousers open and his cock out, thick and flushed and aching, and slicked it with a fast stroke and Mo's own gel.

He fitted the head to the open place.

"Last chance."

"If you stop to talk once more," said Mo, "I'll do it myself."

Yu pushed in.

It was slow because he could not make it anything else.

Mo's body fought him for the first inch and then gave.

It was a wet clinging grip that sucked him in to the root.

Yu's forehead dropped against his spine with a groan he hadn't planned.

"God," said Mo. "You're big."

"You're tight."

"That's because it's been a long time," said Mo.

"How long?"

"Since I was last in a room with you," Mo said, "and I thought about it. Move."

Yu moved.

He pulled out halfway and thrust back in, and the desk jarred, and the laptops rattled, and Mo grunted low in his throat.

He set a hard pace, because the man under him was arching for it.

Every thrust pulled a short breathless sound out of Mo that went straight into his groin.

"Harder," said Mo.

"Is that an order?"

"It's a fact. Fuck me harder, Mr. Yu. You've got a whole company to take out on someone."

Yu took one fistful of the dark hair, not hard, and the other hand on the bone of Mo's hip, and drove into him.

The slap of skin was loud in the windowless room.

Mo's fingers scrabbled on the desk and found nothing.

"Yes," he said. "Like that. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

"I'm not stopping."

"You fired me," said Mo.

"I know."

"You didn't look at me," said Mo.

"I'm looking now."

"I'm not," Mo bit out. "That's the point."

His face was turned down, hidden in his arm.

Yu's thrusts faltered.

He caught himself and drove deeper, with a savage grunt, to find the spot again.

Mo made a broken, wrecked sound as the head of his cock dragged over it.

"There."

"Here?" said Yu.

"There. Fuck. Right there."

Yu angled his hips and gave it to him, over and over, in short punishing strokes, and Mo's thighs began to shake.

Then he pulled out.

Mo made an ugly noise of protest. "What are you doing?"

"Turn over."

"No," said Mo.

"Mo Chenyao."

"You'll look at me."

"Yes," said Yu. "I will."

For a long moment Mo did not move, with his hands flat on the desk and his shoulders rising and falling.

Then he rolled onto his back on the cleared wood and shoved a laptop off the edge with his elbow.

He flung one forearm across his eyes.

His cock lay flushed and leaking against his stomach.

His chest was heaving under the pushed-up shirt, and the mole on his mouth was bitten raw.

Yu hooked both knees over his forearms and pushed them back until Mo's heels hung against his shoulders.

"Take your arm off your face."

"No," said Mo, from under it.

"Then I'll fuck you with it there."

He pushed back in, one long slide, and Mo's spine bowed off the desk.

"Fuck," said Mo, from under his arm. "Fuck. That's deeper."

"I know."

"Don't say you know. Do something."

Yu did something.

He fucked him with his full weight, in hard rolling drives that rocked the whole desk across the tile.

His hands were locked behind Mo's knees.

Every stroke dragged over the place that made Mo's mouth fall open.

He watched it happen.

He watched the pink at the edge of that arm, and the swallowing throat, and the lashes he could not see.

He had never looked at anything so long in his life.

His own climb was fast and brutal.

Heat gathered at the base of his spine, tight in his balls, and he reached between them, found Mo's cock and gripped it.

It was hard and wet to the root.

He worked it in time with his hips.

"Don't," said Mo, hoarsely. "I'll come."

"That's the idea."

"You don't get to make me," said Mo.

"Watch me."

Mo cried out.

He came in hot spurts over Yu's fist and his own stomach.

His hole clamped round Yu in tight, rippling pulses that drew the breath out of him.

Yu followed him over with a shout, buried to the hilt, and filled him in thick shuddering waves.

His legs nearly gave.

They stayed there, locked together, chests heaving.

The fans of the far racks hummed, and the lab smelled of sweat and sex and ginger tea.

Yu's thumb moved on the inside of Mo's knee, once, without his permission.

"Don't," said Mo, from under the arm.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're being gentle. I can feel it. Stop."

Yu took his hand away.

Then Mo drew his knees down, and Yu slid out of him with a wet sound, and the cold air touched them both.

Mo sat up and slid off the desk without turning.

He pulled up his underwear and trousers, and buckled the belt, and reached for his glasses.

Yu leaned back against the next desk, trousers hanging open, and watched him dress.

He wanted to put a hand on the back of that neck.

He did not.

Mo picked up the key from the drawer, unlocked the padlock, and held the door half open.

His back was still to the room.

"It doesn't count," he said. "In case you were getting ideas."

"I wasn't."

"I'm seeing someone."

Yu's whole body went still.

"Are you," he said.

"He's better than you in every way that matters," said Mo, and pushed his glasses up.

"So don't look at me like that, Mr. Yu. You're not him. You're only convenient."

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