The office storage room

The office storage room

Eight o’clock in the afternoon in the office tower of Paseo de la Castellana, and the corridors were already silent. There were only the distant noises of the last elevator coming down. Dani had left the laptop on his table, but he returned to the basement for a folder that he did not want to send by mail. The hall light blinked, and the key to the 14th storeroom squeaked when he turned. When he pushed the door, the smell of dust and wet cardboard hit his face. Inside, between filing cabinets and boxes of marketing material, he found it.

Paul was bent down, shirt rolled up, checking a drawer. He slowly joined when he heard the door, the glow of the yellow light bulb trimming his broad shoulders. The hair cut to zero, the jaw closed and the chin always slightly upward gave him a rough look that Dani had known for two years without having crossed more than three phrases with him. They worked on different plants, but everyone knew that Pablo was in charge of maintenance that made the overtime that no one wanted. Dani smiled just like that.

"I thought he was the only one who was still here.

Paul let go of a short laugh and closed the drawer with his foot.

"I come to pick up the tools I left on Friday. You, what are you looking for?

“The Bilbao campaign. I forgot to keep it before I left.

Dani pointed to the shelf at the bottom. Paul passed a hand through the back of his neck, a shirt attached to his chest by the sweat of the day. The light bulb crept. No one moved. The air between them became denser than the dust. Dani stepped forward and left the door ajar. The sound of the automatic lock was heard every half an hour in this basement; no one would come down unless the alarm jumped. Paul looked at him with a glance and released the air through his nose.

"Are you going to stand there watching or are you going to take what you came for?

Paul’s voice was low and he wore a blade that was not just tired. Dani swallowed saliva, closed the door at all and threw the latch. The click sounded dry.

• I didn't come for the folder.

Paul left the keys on a box. He came close to a half a metre, smelling of industrial soap and hot metal. Dani noticed his breathing speeding up. Paul raised his hand, but he did not touch it yet.

-Say it straight.

"I've seen you every night you stay late. I've also seen you look at me when you think I don't realize it.

Paul smiled sideways, almost cruel.

• And you're staying late in case you notice.

Dani nodded. Paul took the last step and put his open hand on his chest, pushing it without violence against the metal shelf. The cold metal stuck to Dani’s back through his shirt. Paul bowed his head and rubbed his mouth with his, without kissing him yet, just breathing the same air. His hand went down to the belt buckle and opened it with a dry pull. The sound of the zipper going down filled the room.

Dani dropped his head back. Paul put his hand into his underpants and found him hard, already beating. He surrounded him with his fingers and squeezed him, slow, without hurry. Dani pushed his hips forward. Paul let down a low laugh against his neck.

• You're shaking.

• I've been imagining this for months.

Paul lowered his pants to his thighs with one hand, while the other kept moving up and down. Dani opened his legs as much as he could and grabbed Paul’s shoulders. The smell of cardboard and sweat mixed with the smell of sex that was already beginning to fill the storage room. Paul knelt down in front of him, lifted his shirt and kissed his belly, then lowered more. The warm tongue surrounded Dani’s member’s head and descended to the base. Dani released a hoarse groan that bounced on the metal walls.

Paul sucked hard, one hand holding the base, the other pressing Dani’s ass. Dani plunged his fingers into his short hair and pushed gently, looking for more depth. Paul left him, swallowed him to the bottom and slowly climbed again, leaving his cock shiny with saliva. He rose without letting go, turned Dani with a dry movement and bowed him on the shelf. The boxes tinted. Paul pulled his pants down to his ankles and separated his buttocks with wide hands. He spat on his fingers and passed them between them, searching for the entrance with two wet fingers. Dani groaned when he felt them enter, opening them slowly, curving them forward. Paul bowed on his back and spoke against his ear.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now."

• Go on.

Pablo unbuttoned his work pants and pulled out his thick, hard dick. He spit in his palm and spread it from the base to the glans. Dani felt his head pressing against his entrance and arched his back. Paul pushed slowly, opening it inch by inch, until his hips were stuck to Dani’s ass. Both of them let loose a long sigh. Paul began to move with short and deep onslaughts, grasping Dani’s waist hard enough to leave marks. Each blow shook the shelf and blew the boxes. The heat of Paul’s body against his back, the smell of sweat and the wet sound of penetration filled the storage room.

Dani masturbated with his free hand, synchronizing the rhythm. Paul speeded up, lashing louder, the sound of skin-to-skin resonating between the shelves. Dani felt that he approached and warned between teeth. Paul put his hand under and closed it over his own, clenching. Dani ran with a moaning choked against his arm, splashing the concrete floor. Paul continued to ram inside him, clenching his teeth, until he also ran with a low grunt, pouring hot inside him. He sat still for a few seconds, breathing against Dani’s neck, then came out slowly.

Pablo cleaned himself with a workshop cloth that was on top of a box and passed it on to Dani. They climbed their pants without haste. Dani turned and looked at each other. No one said anything for a while. Paul picked up the keys and opened the door of the storage room. The hall light went cold and white.

"Tomorrow I'll go up to your plant to sign a part. If you're still late, let me know."

Dani nodded, still with his pulse out. Pablo disappeared upstairs. Dani picked up the folder he had come for, turned off the light and locked. The elevator went silently up to the seventh floor. The laptop was still on, but he was in no hurry to send anything to anyone.