The fire alarm went off.

Ted frowned as he rolled over in bed, arm flailing wildly for the alarm. His dreams always ended just when he was getting to the good part.

His questing hand finally hit the alarm and the room descended into blessed quiet. Nothing but the soft purr of his cat at the foot of the bed and the measured intake of breath from…

From…

Ted opened his eyes.

“Hey,” Justin smiled.

“Whaaa…?” Ted scrambled from the bed, hastily pulling the sheet over his naked body. “How… what… I don’t…”

“Relax,” Justin said. He stretched lazily before sliding sinuously from the bed. Ted‘s eyes roamed over his slim body, firm thighs, long thick cock. He gulped and averted his head. He shouldn’t… he couldn’t… it was Justin, for Christ’s sake!

Justin laughed. “Jesus, you look like you’re going to have a stroke.”

“But we… there’s no way… this is impossible!” Ted blubbered. He looked back to Justin, who was still standing next to his bed completely naked jesus christ lord have mercy. Ted squinted and cocked his head, trying to make eye contact without making contact with anything else.

He shook his head, trying to make sense of it all. Of COURSE it was impossible. He was Ted Schmidt, and that was Justin Taylor, and plainly never the twain shall meet. What was he thinking? There was a perfectly innocent explanation, and when Justin discovered what he’d been thinking he’d laugh and Ted would laugh and then maybe they’d go out for pancakes.

Right.

He swallowed convulsively. “Uh. Heh. You’re never going to believe what I was just… I mean, it’s clearly impossible that… well, you know.” When Justin just looked at him, he murmured, “You just slept over… right?”

Justin wiggled his eyebrows. “I don’t recall much sleeping going on.”

Jesus Christ. Brian was going to kill him.

“Don’t worry about Brian,” Justin said.

“What the fuck, you’re a mind reader too?” Ted snapped.

“Look, it’s not like Brian and I are together anymore. He couldn’t -- no, he wouldn’t -- give me what I need. He has no say in what I do. Or who I do.” Justin grinned cockily.

Ted began mentally booking a trip to Kazakhstan. He only hoped that was far enough to escape Brian’s rage.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower,” Justin said. He stepped closer, trailing his nails lightly down Ted’s arm, and Ted’s cock jumped in response.

“Not now,” he ducked his head and hissed at his groin.

Justin laughed and reached out, snapping the sheet away quickly. It pooled at their feet and Justin’s gaze swept Ted’s body, his tongue poking from between his teeth.

Ted wanted to suck that tongue into his mouth, feed on those perfect lips.

He was clearly going to hell.

“Now is good for me,” Justin rasped out, and Ted found himself being led to the bed.

“Just go slow, okay?” Justin said as Ted prepared him, as Ted’s body covered him. He moaned as Ted slipped slowly inside him. “Remember… you’re a lot… bigger…than Brian…” Justin’s head dropped back, his eyes closed. “Ted,” he chanted. “Ted… Ted… Theodore…”

“THEODORE!”

Ted blinked guiltily up from his paperwork and cleared his throat. “Yes, boss?”

Brian arched a brow. “The numbers for the Brown account? I needed them five fucking minutes ago!”