15

Timothy had a long list of odd, kinky and simply crazy places he had sex in, but nothing compared to him being sprawled on the desk of his father's former office, now his, and fucked relentlessly by no other than the infamous Archibald Carmichael.

Forbidden sex was always sweet but that level of forbidden was just too exciting that his body was feeling it so much he had to hold himself back from climaxing too soon.

His hand was clamped over his mouth as he tried to muffle his moans and cries of pleasure, he could barely keep his eyes open due to the intense spasms coursing through his body.

"Do you like it? doing it in your office?"

Archibald stared at him down, licking his lips in lust over the sight. He picked up the pace and thrust faster and harder, wanting to see more of Timothy's expressions.

The door wasn't locked, someone could get in at any moment and be shocked to his core, but Timothy didn't care. He just wanted to be devoured by Archibald's sinful body.    Just a few days, that's what it took to make his body and mind surrender so easily and wantonly, as if he was starving.

He was high, intoxicated with the sweet fire that burned in his body and made him almost feverish.  It was so good, so satisfying and exciting and all he could do was stare back at the man that was giving him it all.

Timothy stared both in admiration and fear underneath the lust of the moment, his chest felt tight as he looked deep into those eyes. He wanted to run away yet stay right there forever, he wanted to be closer.  A selfish nagging stab to his heart told him it wasn't enough. He needed more, wanted more.

"More..." he panted out overwhelmed " give me more..."

Archibald was only happy to comply to the desires of his partner, not knowing their true meaning and how greedy they really were.

With a smirk he went at it harder,  putting more efforts to satisfy them both.

"I'm coming! "

Timothy gasped as he reached his climax and spilled over himself,  not caring in the least about the mess he made. Archibald wasn't far behind,  he growled and let out a few last thrusts as his body calmed from the high.

They were silent, reigning their breath back. Archibald pulled from Timothy with a smirk forming on his lips.

" I think you could use some tissues " he gestured to Timothy's stomach, he threw the condom in the trash bin that stood in the corner and fixed his clothes.

Timothy couldn't respond, his body was still recovering but more importantly his mind was still processing. He stayed sprawled on the desk, staring at the ceiling panting ,  he could faintly hear Archibald in the background continuing to throw teasing comments, blind to his state.

What is wrong with me?

The high of the moment was pushed aside by the assault of thoughts that he helplessly tried to organize to make some sense. He was searching for some logic, avoiding stubbornly the one thought he didn't want to face, a thought that struggled forward  against his will to be acknowledged.

He didn't want nor need this right now or at all frankly, it was too ridiculous how little control he had over this. He knew to his very core that this could only lead to bad things,  but still he couldn't prevent it from happening.

Please, no...

He was silently begging to god knows who to save him , rescue him from what would surely be his damnation. The further he indulged in his thoughts, the deeper he sunk in his own darkness, the fear gripping onto him tightly and pulling at him.

Please, not again...

Seth flashed in his mind and he gasped, shutting his eyes as his body shook.

He could faintly hear Archibald calling him but he couldn't react,  his breaths came shallow and rushed.

Calm down, Calm down...

He tried to pull himself from the raging storm he was in but he couldn't get through, couldn't find the control.

Can't breath...

It was all in his head, he was telling himself over and over but his body seemed to act otherwise. He was spiraling, trembling defeated to the sensations coursing through his body. His throat felt tight, his airways closing and suffocating him.

He was in darkness, cold and brutal darkness,  alone and no one could hear him screaming,  shouting for help, his voice was muted.

This is how it has been, no one was there for him, he was in his own darkness-  always alone, uncared for, scared to breath.

Why would anyone care?

His parents didn't care, Lizzy didn't care, his colleagues didn't care, and Seth... Seth was gone.

Why would anyone notice the despair he was in? it didn't concern them and their perfect lives,  it was his own burden,  he deserved it after all.

Maybe the root to all of his problems weren't his parents,  maybe he was the cause, maybe he was the one that didn't fit in.

Was he even trying ?

Everyone around him seemed to be happy and content with their lives, everyone except for him.

He married a woman but he was still seeking men and now his heart wanted one man in particular.

I don't want to deal with this anymore

He just wanted to let that darkness swallow him, it was cold and frightening but it was also comforting, he couldn't breathe... he felt numb.

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Archibald was caught off guard, he didn't know what happened. One second Timothy was alright and in the next he wasn't,  it was so sudden!

He seemed to struggle for breath and shake as if he was cold but it really wasn't the case. Tears were streaming down his face as he was gasping helplessly.

Archibald acted quickly,  drawing Timothy's body from the desk towards him,  not caring in the least for his disheveled state,  he lowered him to the floor, going down with him as he hugged him closer.

He never encountered it but he knew right away that it was a panic attack.

"Timothy! hey look at me!"  he called him trying to sound calm yet firm,  one hand caressed his back soothingly and the other went to his face,  rubbing his cheeks gently.

Arch never dealt with anything like that and he didn't know what was right to do and what was wrong,  he just knew he had to be there for him, not leave him and attempt to calm him so he could breath.

" Shh I'm right here,  I'm not going anywhere " he reassured him. Inside he was struggling to figure a way to solve this situation,  he didn't show it but he was quite nervous - seeing Timothy like that scared something in him.

Archibald eyed Timothy,  trying to figure out what went in his head to cause this panic attack that seemed to pop out of the blue .

" Shh calm down,  take deep breaths,  in and out, yeah just like this. "

he instructed Timothy that held onto him tightly as he fought against his body.

"You're doing just fine,  just keep breathing,  don't think about anything else. Concentrate on breathing "

Archibald took deep breaths as well, showing Timothy how to do it right.  They sat on the floor for a few good minutes ,  practicing breathing until Timothy calmed a bit. He was still shaking but he seemed to come back to his senses,  Arch on his end kept rubbing circles on his back and stroke his cheeks or hair.

He didn't know what just happened,  he just knew that all he wanted to do was hold Timothy in his arms and protect him, he felt so fragile right now.

Whatever triggered that he'd find later, right now he wanted Timothy to feel comfortable and safe.

He helped him get up, pressing him to his body as support to his still shaking body, he carefully tidied the mess on him from their activity and made sure he looked decent before he pulled him out of the office. He went straight to the elevator. It was instinctual but he decided to take him to his place.

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It was embarrassing .

A grown man losing it just like that and falling apart... Timothy wanted to bury himself.

He was currently sitting on the couch in Archibald's place waiting patiently as he made him a cup of tea. On his lap Arch's oversized dog laid his head and he stroked his fur slowly, light tremors still going through him.

" Let me know if he's bothering you, Oscar tends to be a spoiled selfish brat at times ".

Arch said as he handed Timothy the tea, he hurried to put it down on the table,  afraid he might spill it at his condition.

"Oh no,  he's fine,  it's actually very relaxing " he smiled at the dog.

An awkward silence settled,  awkward for Timothy at least. He knew that Arch expected him to talk, to explain,  to reveal the cause to his breakdown,  but he didn't feel like doing it.

He knew he owed him that much but seeing that he was part of the cause made it hard to share.

What could he say?

That he got overwhelmed with newfound feelings he didn't need nor want,  feelings that would bring him no good and will definitely have Arch make fun of him?

No thanks.

Those kind of feelings that reminded him of Seth, pulled him back to that dark time and he was afraid to let that happen again, to let his heart be swept again only to have a bad ending.

It wasn't a matter of maybe, the bad end was a sure thing - even if Arch wouldn't make fun of him and would accept him which was far fetched and delusional as it is, he still had his parents. They would never accept him, they would never embrace him as he is and worst case scenario was his father collapsing again.

He just wanted those feelings to dissappear as sudden as they came, so he could continue with his life without any incidents.

" I won't force you to talk. I'm not gonna lie, I do want you to talk but if you're not ready it's okay ".

Timothy nodded in appreciation,  it was odd to see him so gentle and serious, he was used to playful Arch with his constant teasing and eternal smirk. This was a whole new side to him.

"Thanks... and sorry for all the trouble" he apologized.

"Don't mention it, it's nothing really. I'm just glad you're alright,  you gave me a heart attack back there " he chuckled , trying to lighten up the mood.

"Yeah I'm sure that's the last thing you expect someone to do straigh after sex " he bit his lip.

"I'd like to think it's because I'm that good " and there was that signature smirk again and it made Timothy smile even though what he said wasn't even that funny.

"Asshole " he grinned.

Oscar let out a bark and turned to his back,  exposing his belly expectantly.

"See even your dog agrees with me ." he scratched his fur in appreciation.

"It's only because you spoil him too much.  I swear to god Oscar it's like you never grew from being a puppy! " Arch scolded half heartedly and Oscar barked again in response.

" How long have you two been together? "

" I adopted him six years ago when he was still cute and tolerable but now he's nothing but a brat,  got me wrapped around his tail ". Arch said fondly.

Timothy knew he had to get back to his office, he still had meetings and work to do but all he wanted to do right now is stay there as much as possible before he'd have to leave.

So he took the cup of tea and sipped,  watching Arch as he started to tell about this one time Oscar bit someone he brought home.