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Rafael and Wyatt spent their last night fucking each others' brains out for what felt like the entire night, but they eventually drifted off together in the warm comfort of Rafael’s bed, the rhythmic hum of the city below providing a soothing backdrop as they passed out. The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues as the world outside began to stir.
Rafael was the first to wake, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, he was disoriented, but the comforting weight of Wyatt’s arm draped over his waist brought a small smile to his lips. He lay still, savoring the rare moment of peace before gently nudging Wyatt awake.
“Hey,” Rafael whispered, his voice still thick with sleep. “Time to get up, man. We've got to check out by noon."
Wyatt groaned in protest, burying his face into the pillow. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. He eventually rolled over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up with a yawn. “Alright, alright. I’m up,” he grumbled, though the faint frown tugging at his lips betrayed his reluctance.
The two moved around the room, packing up the remnants of their stay. Rafael meticulously folded his clothes and double-checked every drawer, while Wyatt tossed his belongings into his bag with a casual efficiency.
“Don’t forget your charger,” Rafael said, tossing it toward Wyatt, who caught it one-handed.
“Look at you, all responsible,” Wyatt teased, zipping up his bag. “I’m impressed.”
Rafael smirked. “Someone’s gotta be the adult here.”
Once everything was packed and the room double-checked, they went down to the front desk to confirm their checkout. Wyatt grabbed their luggage, holding the door open for Rafael as they left the room for the last time.
The elevator ride down was quiet but comfortable, the kind of silence shared between people who didn’t feel the need to fill it. When they reached the lobby, the desk attendant greeted them warmly and confirmed their departure. "We hope you enjoyed your stay! Please consider us if you're back in the city again!"
They thanked the attendant and stepped outside, where the crisp morning air hit them, waking them up further. The city was alive with its usual rhythm—people rushing to work, the honking of horns, and the smell of fresh bagels wafting from a nearby cart.
“So,” Wyatt said, nudging Rafael as they walked towards the parking garage, where Rafael's car was parked. “Think you’ll miss this city?”
Rafael tilted his head, considering. “Maybe. But I think I’ll miss the company more.”
Wyatt’s grin widened. “Same here, dude.”
The walk to the parking garage was unhurried, the bustling city around them contrasting with the relaxed atmosphere between Rafael and Wyatt. As they reached the car, Rafael fished his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Wyatt, who caught them mid-air with practiced ease.
“You’re driving,” Rafael said. “I'm still a little tired, you don't mind do you?"
Wyatt laughed, unlocking the car and tossing their bags into the trunk. "Not at all Sit back and enjoy the ride, Your Highness."
Once they were on the road, the city gradually gave way to open highways, the skyscrapers shrinking in the rearview mirror. The morning sunlight glinted off the windshield as they merged onto the freeway, the familiar rhythm of tires on asphalt filling the car. Rafael leaned back in his seat, scrolling through his playlist before settling on a mix of mellow indie rock.
Wyatt tapped the steering wheel in time with the beat, glancing at Rafael. “So, what was your favorite part of the trip?”
Rafael thought for a moment, watching the scenery blur past. “Honestly? Probably that rowboat in Central Park. You rowing in circles was worth the whole trip.”
Wyatt groaned, though his grin betrayed him. “That was strategy, not incompetence. I was lulling you into a false sense of security.”
“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Rafael said, chuckling. “What about you?”
Wyatt paused, his expression softening. “Dinner at that restaurant. Fancy without being pretentious. Good food, better company. That’s hard to beat.”
Rafael glanced at him, surprised but touched by the sincerity in Wyatt’s voice. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “That was a good night.” When they stopped at a rest area for coffee, Wyatt ordered for both of them, remembering Rafael’s preference without asking—a small gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.
Back on the road, Rafael’s head began to dip as the hum of the car lulled him into a light nap. Wyatt glanced over, a small smile tugging at his lips as he adjusted the music volume slightly lower.
***
When Rafael stirred awake, the first thing he noticed was the low hum of music drifting through the car speakers—a soft, upbeat tune. Blinking away the remnants of his nap, he turned his head to find Wyatt drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, humming along to the melody.
The car was at a standstill, stuck in a line of vehicles stretching as far as the eye could see. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, casting a warm glow over the dashboard and illuminating the relaxed curve of Wyatt's shoulders as he tapped his fingers to the beat.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Wyatt said without taking his eyes off the road, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “You were out cold.”
Rafael stretched in his seat, groaning softly. “How long was I out?”
“Long enough for me to contemplate leaving you at the last rest stop,” Wyatt quipped, glancing at him with a grin. “But I decided the company was worth keeping.”
Seeing that the car was going nowhere fast, Rafael reached over and started rubbing Wyatt through his pants. "Oh fuck, dude," Wyatt moaned. "Right now?" He was clearly enjoying the feeling but looked at Rafael a little unsure.
"We have nowhere to go right now, you got nowhere to be. Come on," Rafael asked. The smile tugging at Wyatt's lips gave Rafael the answer he was looking for.
Wyatt shifted uncomfortably, the sound of Rafael's fingers sliding against his hardening cock creating a friction that only added to the sensation. He glanced around, his gaze darting to the cars nearby, the passengers oblivious to the two young men in Rafael's car.
Rafael's fingers teased Wyatt's cock through the fabric. He unzipped Wyatt's fly and pulled out his big dick, already getting hard as Rafael stroked him off. "Look at you, all flustered" Rafael chuckled as Wyatt let his head fall back against the seat.
Wyatt was lost in his own world, his breath hitching with each stroke, his cock lengthening under Rafael's touch. Rafael teased Wyatt with long, firm strokes. Rafael ran his tongue up Wyatt’s cock, starting at the base of his cock and moving up towards the tip. He twirled his tongue around the head of Wyatt’s dick before swallowing it whole. Wyatt’s head fell back, and he let out a deep moan, his hips rising with a shudder as Rafael took him to the hilt.
"So THAT'S why you wanted me to drive, isn't it," Wyatt smirked. "You wanted that dick in your mouth?"
"Guilty," Rafael grinned, his mouth stuffed full of Wyatt's dick.
Rafael sucked and sucked, taking Wyatt to the back of his throat. Rafael looked up at Wyatt through long eyelashes and let out a loud moan as he deep throated the entire length of Wyatt's cock.
The feel of Rafael's mouth on his cock was incredible to Wyatt. His hands found the back of Rafael's head, his fingers sliding into his hair as he began to thrust his cock deeper into his mouth.
"Fuck yeah," Wyatt groaned, his hips rocking to meet the rhythm of Rafael's mouth. "Blow me, bro!" His cock glistened with saliva, sliding easily between Rafael's lips, and when Rafael’s tongue flicked against the underside of his dick, Wyatt let out a loud moan. "I'm getting close," Wyatt warned, his hips quickening against Rafael's mouth. Rafael moaned and sucked him harder, Wyatt's hand tightening in his hair as he shot deep into Rafael's throat. "Ahhhhh! Fuck yes, swallow my cum, dude!" he growled. Rafael swallowed every drop of Wyatt's load, the warm semen sliding down his throat. When Wyatt was done, Rafael licked his cock clean before pulling back and smiling at Wyatt.
"Feel good?" Rafael asked, licking his lips.
Wyatt blinked, his expression still a little dazed. "Fuck yes," he said slowly, wiping his forehead on his sleeve. "Now that’s how you pass the time in traffic!"
Rafael chuckled, wiping a thin trickle of jizz off his lips with his finger, then sucking it. "Mmmm, you taste so good, man!"
The traffic finally began moving, letting them continue back home.
***
As they neared Wyatt’s apartment, Rafael pulled into the parking lot, the familiar surroundings of their city around them.
"I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow?" Wyatt asked.
"Well that it what they pay me for," Rafael smirked.
With a final exchange of smiles, Wyatt opened the door and slid out of the car, grabbing his bag from the trunk. Rafael, switching over to the driver's seat, watched him walk toward the entrance, the faint sound of the door clicking shut behind him before he pulled away from the curb, heading back toward his own apartment.
The drive back was quieter, more contemplative. Rafael’s mind replayed moments from the conference—sessions, networking, but mostly his time with Wyatt. It had been more than just a work trip; it had felt like something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He shook the thought from his mind as he turned into his building’s parking garage, the noise of the engine and the soft hum of the tires on the pavement pulling him back to the present.
***
The next morning, the buzz of the office hit Rafael the moment he stepped through the door. As soon as Wyatt arrived, they made their way to their bosses’ office for the debrief.
The atmosphere was lively, full of the usual chatter of colleagues catching up after a few days away, but once they were seated in front of their managers, the tone shifted to something more focused. Rafael cleared his throat, glancing over at Wyatt, who gave him an encouraging nod.
Their immediate boss, Kelly, looked up from her laptop, her usual no-nonsense demeanor softened by a faint smile. “Alright, gentlemen, welcome back! Let’s hear it. How was the conference?”
Rafael and Wyatt exchanged a look, and then Wyatt started, leaning forward slightly. "Honestly, it was pretty eye-opening, in more ways than one." Wyatt, said, glancing at Rafael when he said it. "The keynote sessions were packed with useful insights on emerging market trends, and there were a couple of really promising sessions on digital strategies and risk management."
Rafael added, “The networking was solid, too. We made some key contacts in sustainable investments, and I think we’ve got a few opportunities that align with our firm’s current goals. There were a couple of breakout sessions that focused on AI-driven portfolio management—stuff that could be really useful to incorporate into our own strategies.”
Kelly nodded, impressed. “That’s great to hear. And you both managed to meet with potential collaborators?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Wyatt replied. “We spoke with a few people from smaller firms who are working on some innovative projects. I think there’s potential there.”
Their other boss, Marcus, raised an eyebrow. “So, any big takeaways that could make an immediate impact on our operations?”
Rafael leaned forward, feeling more confident now. “There’s one presentation on risk analysis and predictive AI that really stood out. It was more advanced than anything we’ve worked with so far, but it could be the kind of tool that would streamline our forecasting process. If we could set up a pilot program or even begin research into this, it could give us a significant edge over our competition.”
They continued to update their bosses for about an hour, giving them details and showing them notes they took during the conference.
Kelly looked thoughtful. “That sounds promising. Keep us updated as you dig into the details. Anything else?”
Wyatt grinned. “Oh, and we also took some time to enjoy the city—had a good time outside of the sessions, too. Good for recharging.”
Rafael couldn’t help but smile at Wyatt’s casual tone. “Yeah, we definitely had a chance to unwind a bit. But overall, I think it was a really productive trip.”
Marcus nodded. “Alright, I think you’ve earned your rest. We’ll go over the details later this week, but it’s good to know we’re moving in the right direction. You guys can get back to work, we'll let you know if there's anything we need you for.”
Rafael and Wyatt exchanged a glance before standing up, their briefing complete. As they left the office, they fell into an easy rhythm again, walking side by side.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Rafael said, half-grinning.
Wyatt snorted. “Yeah, I wasn’t worried.” He paused for a moment, his expression softening. “You did great. We make a good team.”
Rafael felt a warmth spread through him at the compliment, something he hadn’t expected but found himself appreciating all the same. “Thanks, man. You too. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
As they made their way back to their desks, the usual office noise filling the air around them, Rafael couldn’t help but think that the trip had been more than just about work. There was something else there, something unspoken but undeniable. But for now, he pushed that thought aside, focusing on the tasks at hand. After all, there would be time for everything else later.
***
That evening, Rafael got a call just before heading out for the day. He stepped aside to the hallway to see who it was; his mom was calling, like she did every week, same day, same time. He answered it. "Hey mom, what's up?"
Wyatt, coming from the bathroom, heard Rafael's voice, and turned his head around the corner, where he saw Rafael on the phone, his back turned.
"Yeah, the trip was good. My roommate was really nice," Rafael was blushing. "I uh..." He hesitated for a moment. "I uh, met a girl, too. She's really incredible."
"That's amazing!" she replied. "You sound like you really like her!"
"Yeah," Rafael said. "I do."
"Well I hope she really likes you back!" his mom said.
"Yeah, I think so!" Rafael said. "At least, I hope she does." Rafael updated his mom on a few more things before ending their call.
He went back to his cubicle, and grabbed his stuff. He looked around for Wyatt, but he was nowhere to be found. "Strange", he thought. He texted Wyatt on his way out: "Hey man. Wanna hang at my place? Get some dinner?" He hit send, then grabbed his keys, his mind already shifting gears to what they might do tonight. He walked out of the office, heading to the parking lot, and drove back to his apartment.
Rafael drove back to his apartment, and when he walked in the door, he checked his phone, figuring Wyatt must've texted back by now. No response. But he'd definitely seen the message. It didn't seem like it should be a big deal, but for some reason, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unsettled, like he was missing a piece of the puzzle. Rafael called Wyatt, but it went right to voicemail. “Hey man,” Rafael said, trying to sound casual, but there was a slight edge to his voice. “Just wanted to see if you were good to come over, maybe have dinner tonight. Let me know when you get a chance.”
He hung up, glancing at the time after a few minutes. Still no response. Something was off, and Rafael couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something—something important. Maybe it was nothing, maybe Wyatt was just caught up with work, but for some reason, Rafael couldn’t quell the sense that there was more to this. He tossed his phone on the counter, wondering if he was just overthinking things.
He sat down on the couch and picked up the remote, staring at the blank TV screen in front of him. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—work, the conference, his mom. But most of all, it kept returning to Wyatt.
