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With the cold winter air howling outside and snow piling up rapidly in the streets, the storm showed no signs of slowing down, and the once-bustling city had transformed into a quiet, snow-covered wonderland. With roads rendered impassable and offices shuttered, Rafael and Wyatt had been instructed to work from home for the next few days. Rather than involuntarily spend this time apart, or risk braving the storm, they agreed to hole up in Rafael's apartment together until the weather cleared.
“Looks like we’re officially snowed in,” Wyatt said, standing by the window with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. He gazed out at the pristine blanket of snow piling higher by the minute, a serene smile on his face. “It’s kind of nice, though. No noisy neighbors, no honking cars—just...peace.”
Rafael leaned against the kitchen counter, his own mug of coffee warming his hands. “Peace? You say that now, but wait until the Wi-Fi decides it can’t handle both of us on Zoom calls at the same time. Then we’ll see how peaceful things really are.”
Wyatt chuckled and turned away from the window, picking up two plates of pancakes and bacon and bringing them to the small kitchen table. The aroma of buttery pancakes and crispy bacon filled the apartment, making it feel even cozier. “Fair point,” he said as he set the plates down. “But if the Wi-Fi does start going haywire, I call dibs on first use. Seniority rules.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” Rafael shot back as he joined Wyatt at the table. “This is my apartment. If anyone gets dibs, it’s me.”
Wyatt grinned as he poured a generous drizzle of syrup over his stack of pancakes. “Guess we’ll just have to see who’s on top when it comes to survival of the fittest, huh?”
Rafael chuckled as he buttered his pancakes. “Well if that’s the metric we’re going by, that automatically puts me at a disadvantage. It’s hard to compete with someone who can cook like this.”
Wyatt playfully rolled his eyes. “What can I say? I like to spoil you. Plus, I’m the one keeping us fed during this blizzard. If not for me, you’d probably starve by the time they dug you out of the snow. That’s got to count for something.”
Rafael took a bite of bacon, savoring the perfect balance of crunch and flavor. “You know, I could get used to this whole ‘being spoiled’ thing,” he said, shooting Wyatt a playful glance.
“Well, you better,” Wyatt smirked. “I’ll be here all week.”
***
After finishing their hearty breakfast, the jock studs cleared the table, rinsing their plates and mugs before getting ready to start their workday. The storm outside was still in full swing, snowflakes pelting the windows and the wind howling like a restless spirit. The warmth of the apartment was a sharp contrast, cozy and inviting as they moved to set up their respective workstations.
“Alright, let’s get to it,” Rafael said, leading Wyatt down the hallway to his home office, a converted spare bedroom. The room was modest but functional, with walls painted a calming shade of gray and a large desk that took up most of the available space. A set of neatly organized shelves lined one wall, filled with books, office supplies, and a few personal mementos. The window, now frosted at the edges, overlooked the snowy street below, though the view was mostly obscured by the swirling blizzard.
Wyatt followed behind, carrying a kitchen chair in one hand and his laptop in the other. “It’s cozy in here,” he said, surveying the space as he set the chair down next to Rafael’s desk. There wasn’t much room to spare, but there was just enough for him to fit. The chair was a little low from the desk, but Wyatt was tall enough to manage.
Rafael chuckled, taking his seat at the desk and booting up his computer. “Cozy is a polite way of saying ‘cramped,’ but yeah, it gets the job done. I don’t usually have company in here, though. Are you sure you’ll be comfortable on that chair all day?”
Wyatt smirked. “Guess I’ll just have to make it work. Besides, I get to be close to you all day, so I’d call that a win.”
Rafael chuckled, sipping his coffee as he pulled up his work dashboard. “Flattery won’t get you a better chair, but I appreciate the effort.”
Wyatt sat down, leaning back in his chair as much as it would allow, and opened his laptop. He glanced around the room, taking in the details. “I gotta say, Raf, this is a nice setup you’ve got here. Very ‘serious business meets chill vibes.’”
“Thanks,” Rafael replied with a grin. “It’s my sanctuary—when I’m not being invaded by someone stealing my Wi-Fi.”
Wyatt gave him a playful nudge with his elbow. “Hey, I’m paying you back with my charm and good looks. You’re welcome.”
The two settled into their work routines, the room filled with the rhythmic clicking of keyboards and the occasional sip of coffee. It wasn’t long before Wyatt began to stretch in his chair, his broad shoulders brushing against Rafael’s.
“Careful, you’re gonna knock me out of my zone,” Rafael said without looking up from his screen.
“Just trying to keep the blood flowing,” Wyatt replied, grinning as he rolled his shoulders. “And to remind you I’m here, you know, in case you get too focused and forget about me.”
Rafael smirked, finally turning to glance at Wyatt. “Trust me, it’s hard to forget about you when you’re practically breathing down my neck in my own office.”
Wyatt leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. “Is that a complaint or a compliment?”
“Yes,” Rafael replied ambiguously, laughing as he pushed Wyatt’s shoulder lightly.
***
Rafael and Wyatt had a Zoom meeting scheduled with their boss later that afternoon, and with the snowstorm still raging outside, they both knew the apartment’s internet connection might be less than cooperative. With both of them needing to attend the same meeting, the prospect of running separate video calls felt like an unnecessary gamble. One hiccup in bandwidth could derail everything.
“Alright,” Wyatt said, pushing his coffee mug to the side and leaning back in his kitchen chair. “How about we just use your computer for the meeting? No sense in pushing the Wi-Fi to its breaking point.”
Rafael, seated comfortably in his swivel chair, glanced up from his screen and nodded. “That’s probably the best call. Last thing we need is for one of us to freeze mid-sentence or get kicked out.” He shook his head with a smirk. “Kelly would have a field day. We’d be the punchline of the next team meeting.”
Wyatt grinned, tilting his chair back precariously. “Plus, we’d probably both get the ‘you need to be more prepared’ speech. As if we can control a snowstorm.”
Rafael smirked. “Exactly. Let’s save ourselves the grief.” He clicked around on his computer, getting the meeting link ready while Wyatt repositioned his chair next to him.
Wyatt chuckled, propping his feet up on the desk corner—a move that earned him a playful glare from Rafael. “And let’s not forget the inevitable ‘always be prepared’ lecture. As if we can control a freakin’ blizzard.”
“Exactly,” Rafael replied with a laugh, nudging Wyatt’s feet off the desk with his elbow. “Let’s save ourselves the trouble and stick to one connection. I’ll log in, and you can share my camera. Just...try not to make any faces behind me while I’m talking.”
“Who, me?” Wyatt asked, feigning innocence with an exaggerated gasp.
Rafael rolled his eyes, already clicking around to get the meeting link ready. Meanwhile, Wyatt slid his chair closer, resting his elbow on the desk as he watched Rafael navigate the familiar chaos of their team’s shared calendar.
When the time for the meeting rolled around, Rafael hit the link, and the familiar chime of Zoom filled the room. The screen flickered to life, revealing a grid of names and muted faces. A handful of colleagues had their cameras on, while others—likely still in pajamas or wrestling with their own Wi-Fi woes—opted for the blank screen of anonymity. Rafael kept his camera off for now. Wyatt leaned in closer, peering at the participants list over Rafael’s shoulder. “Kelly’s late?” he whispered, his tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
Rafael arched an eyebrow, his eyes scanning the screen. “Looks like it. That’s...weird. She’s never late. Like, ever.”
Wyatt nodded, crossing his arms and resting his chin in one hand. “Maybe the storm’s messing with her connection too. Either that or she’s finally realized meetings don’t need to start exactly on time.”
Rafael smirked, adjusting his computer’s microphone settings as he responded. “I wouldn’t count on that. Kelly’s idea of casual is showing up one minute early instead of five. Something’s gotta be up.”
The idle chatter of their coworkers filled the room, their voices slightly distorted by the less-than-stellar audio quality. A few joked about the storm, sharing stories of being snowed in with hyperactive kids or pets who refused to go outside.
Still, the absence of their punctual boss hung over the call like a question mark. Wyatt shifted in his seat, glancing at Rafael. “Should we be worried? Like, what if something actually happened?”
Rafael tilted his head thoughtfully. “Maybe. Or maybe she’s just running behind for once in her life. Either way, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
As they waited, the two of them shared a quiet glance, the soft hum of the computer fan filling the silence.
“Since we’re waiting…” Wyatt got a devilish smirk on his face. He started massaging Rafael’s shoulders through his button-down shirt, his fingers pressing gently into the tense muscles.
Rafael let out a soft sigh of relief, rolling his shoulders back as Wyatt’s hands worked their magic. “That feels good,” he admitted, leaning into the touch as his eyes stayed on the Zoom screen, waiting for Kelly to join the meeting.
Wyatt grinned, continuing the massage as he leaned over slightly. “I’m glad. You’ve been working too hard lately. You need to relax more.”
“I don’t have time to relax,” Rafael said with a wry smile, though he clearly wasn’t complaining. “You know how it is—always something to do.”
Wyatt began to move his hands down Rafael's body, grabbing his boyfriend's flaccid crotch. "Woah, dude—uggggghh—the meeting's gonna start any minute," Rafael moaned. His erection started to grow the moment Wyatt took hold of it. But rather than pulling away completely, he simply adjusted himself under cover of his desk, feeling pleasure stir despite the impropriety, as Wyatt continued rubbing him firmly yet slowly through his pants. "Fuuuuuck, Wyatt..."
Wyatt slipped his hand beneath Rafael's pants, stroking and caressing his growing bulge. He loved watching Raphael squirm as he teased him, especially knowing everyone else couldn’t see what was happening. Wyatt tried his hardest not to burst out into giggles. he pumped deliberately across Rafael's sensitive underside: squeezing tenderly upon reaching base, thumb circling lazily near his slit after every stroke...
*ding ding*
Kelly had finally joined the meeting. Startled, Rafael sat up and turned on his camera. He nudged Wyatt, but Wyatt didn't stop what he was doing. Instead, he smiled slyly—and wrapped his fist tighter around Rafael's half-hard length.
Onscreen, Kelly looked frazzled. Snow stuck to strands of wet curls framing her pale cheeks—but otherwise seemed fine. “There we go!” Kelley declared brightly amidst waves of relieved hellos. “Sorry about the delay—my children have a snow day, which means I'm pulling double duty today.” There was a crashing sound in the background, and Kelly sighed. "Knock it off, you three!" she shouted off-screen.
Kelly regained her composure. "Okay, let's see, is everyone here?" she scanned the list of names. "Wyatt, are you here? Rafael, is he with you?"
Rafael gulped in fear. "Uhh, yeah," he stammered. "He's right next to me, I just, uh, can't fit us both in the camera."
Wyatt popped his head into view from the side. "Hi there!" Wyatt chimed in smoothly. He didn't stop pumping Rafael's penis at all—he did manage to angle his wrist discreetly so only Rafael saw it happen. Naturally, Rafael ended up glaring daggers in return.
What made matters worse, Wyatt somehow managed to look utterly innocent. Rafael muted his mic.
"You've got some nerve," Rafael hissed softly. While people spoke, Kelly shared her screen so her powerpoint slides became visible. In bold black font, there were bullet points listing objectives for their current project alongside red checkmarks denoting completed tasks and green ones representing ongoing efforts—as well as a lengthy To Do section. Despite his nervousness and arousal, Rafael found himself grateful to focus on anything besides the fact Wyatt's hands continued to stroke him, fondle his balls, rub against the taint area. His dick was stiffening rapidly under assault from Wyatt’s hands, and Rafael fought to conceal his stuggled twitches from his coworkers.
Wyatt snickered quietly—pulling Rafael's cock out the zipper—and took advantage of the muted mic. He took Rafael's giant shaft inside his mouth, bobbing eagerly atop it until Rafael whined loudly in surprise, muffling himself desperately behind a fist pressed over lips.
"Stop—it—ufffggghh" Rafael trailed off into indecipherable groans. Yet he couldn't make himself pull away from Wyatt. By now, the sweet heat of pleasure pulsed up his spine like lava bubbling out of volcanoes—at times coursing faster than his mind could follow. Every suck from those lips incited uncontrollable spasms within Rafael as Wyatt swallowed deeper, saliva lubricating and slickening Rafael’s meat. For several moments Wyatt was able to ease the fat member halfway inside his throat—before sliding backwards leaving Rafael panting like an animal, humping desperately forward beneath the desk. His cock twitched with eagerness whenever air kissed its exposed surface.
"Rafael, are you okay?" Kelly asked, interrupting her own presentation.
"Uh, yeah," Rafael panted. "Just—just strained a muscle at the gym yesterday," he insisted. Wyatt snickered again, but continued unabated, their colleagues none the wiser. Luckily Rafael noticed the way Wyatt struggled to hide smug smiles peeking around corners of his mouth—which helped Rafael suppress some laughter, focusing attention onto whatever words spouted forth from Kelly’s moving lips.
"I know you're tryng to focus, babe—" Wyatt muttered hoarse breathlessly from deep-throating—"but come on, tell me this isn't hot."
Despite the discomfort rising from his straining lungs, Rafael couldn't deny this one particular thrill. Their secret blowjob was exciting—in addition to making him extremely horny—all hidden within plain sight among unsuspecting bystanders.
By now, Wyatt had pulled Rafael's pants down enough to access the Latin stud's hole, and stuck a finger in while sucking on his cock. Rafael suppressed another groan, struggling harder to maintain stoic calm amid his private ordeal. Wyatt eased the digit free, slathering spit onto his hole and going straight in with his middle and ring fingertips knuckles-deep, preparing Rafael. Stretching him roughly but quick, Wyatt ignored Rafael’s protests. "Wyatt..." Rafael warned tightly, even as Wyatt plowed ahead undaunted. Wyatt shoved his tongue far enough down Rafael's prick to gag reflexively and drool everywhere—droplets trailing messes all the way down Rafael's thigh and puddling obscenely across floorboards.
And meanwhile he inserted digits further...and further—
“You want this?” Wyatt tauntingly murmured around girth.
“Wyatt, Wait...” Rafaels squeaked pitifully, legs quivering violently underneath him as desperation clutched his heart like vice. Now he thrust harder into Wyatt's warm throat with renewed vigor. Wyatt's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself choke on Rafael's big cock, loving the feeling as he struggled for air. Rafael kept thrusting—one forceful pump causing him to accidentally unmute his mic—his strained guttural grunt ringing loud in the ears of their coworkers. "Sorry, everyone, accidentally banged my strained muscle on the desk".
As both the meeting and the blowjob continued, Rafael struggled to pay attention. "What ideas does anyone think our clients may want included within our pitch?" Kelly repeated herself louder as if addressing Rafael over a distance. Her daughter screamed angrily from elsewhere in the house, prompting an eye roll from Kelly.
"I uh—I think we should mention how our services will help reduce costs." Rafael choked. Again, Wyatt decided to torment his ass, bouncing up and down with dual fingers buried within Rafael's puckering rim. His leg brushed the edge of the desk arm, bumping it noisily enough that a few raised eyebrows appeared amongst faces in Rafael's display box.
“Sounds good! And you, Wyatt?” Kelley prompted.
Wyatt's head shot up, and he entered the camera's view from the side, his fingers still buried inside Rafael below the camera's view. "Oh yes!" Wyatt chirped happily as he continues fingering Rafael. "Also maybe mentioning our ability to handle multi-faceted investments over multiple platforms."
This exchange played in the backdrop while Rafael teeter-tottered close towards orgasm from Wyatt's actions. Wyatt's head returned to Rafael's crotch, and resumed sucking the throbbing pole. At last, Rafael could barely contain anymore, and succumbed fully as his entire lower extremities tensed almost unbearably tight and his pelvis rocked upward into eager jaws devouring his thick meat.
Rafael tensed up, struggling not to give away his expressions to his colleagues. He forced Wyatt's head down, gripping his boyfriend's hair tightly. Then, Rafael came explosively, shooting load after load of ropey, white-hot cum directly down Wyatt's swallowing throat.
The euphoria shattered Rafael, melting his body immediately, sending wavelets rippling down his thighs, toes curling involuntarily into carpet fibers as tremors wracked him bodily. Sweat drenched his brow as Wyatt milked him dry—each additional pulse of cum eliciting involuntary sounds from Rafael's clenched teeth, nearly unrecognizable over speakers. Somehow Rafael also resisted instinctive impulses to jerk wildly with hips—that alone likely preventing anyone on screen from seeing what was happening.
Wyatt gagged, gargled, and sputtered as Rafael's enormous load finally flooded his mouth and throat. locked in place by Rafael, he could no longer move his head, and simply had to swallow quickly to avoid choking, lacking the space to accommodate such large spurts of viscous semen pouring without relent down his esophagus. Overwhelmed, Wyatt's nostrils flared dramatically in rapid breathing attempts, eyes rolling back as veins throbbed visibly above his neck against skin turning scarlet-red under strain. He nearly passed out before Rafael finally stopped cumming, savoring every moment of pleasure and taste as he choked on Rafael's tasty load. Finally finishing, Rafael released his grip around Wyatt's scalp gingerly, allowing Wyatt to slide back into view of the camera. Rafael readjusted Wyatt's clothing awkwardly, but nobody seemed to be any wiser to what they just did.
At long last, when everybody signed off the Zoom meeting and disappeared from screens, Rafael collapsed weak-kneed into his desk chair—breathing heavily in the aftermath, flushed warmly all-over and sporting goosebumps up and down bare legs shuddering in spent aftershocks.
"phew," he panted, catching his breath. “Hoooooaaaalllllyyyy shiiiiiitttttt…” Rafael exhaled deeply into shaking palms as lingering trembles faded gradually away. He laid back into his chair boneless, letting exhaustion wash over him momentarily. When Rafael opened his eyes, Wyatt was sitting cross-legged beside the desk looking particularly pleased with himself. There was saliva and cum dripping down his face.
Regaining his composure, Rafael was finally able to to respond. "Dude, what the fuck?!" he questioned Wyatt. "We could have gotten caught!"
"Come on," Wyatt smirked. He rubbed Rafael's sensitive cock. "You know you liked it."
Rafael moaned, unable to deny it; there was a certain thrill to getting sucked off during a video call, knowing full well he could have been caught.
"Let's go get cleaned up, Raf." Wyatt grabbed Rafael's hand and led him to the bathroom.
Rafael grinned. "Just you wait, I'm gonna get back at you for that."
