Back at David’s Mansion...

Dean sat on the plush leather couch, staring blankly at the floor. Despite the hot shower he had just taken, a sheen of sweat clung to his skin. His discomfort gnawed at him. How had he ended up here, in the home of the man he had bumped into earlier today—a man who was now not just a stranger but his boss?

The unfamiliar surroundings felt suffocating, and Dean couldn’t shake the unease that gripped him. Every sound in the spacious mansion seemed amplified—the distant hum of the refrigerator, the soft clink of dishes. It all made him feel out of place, like he didn’t belong.

Just then, David emerged from the kitchen, carrying two plates of steaming noodles. He set them down on the dining table with a casual grace, then turned to look at Dean, who quickly averted his gaze. The silence between them was thick, charged with an unspoken tension.

David chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down Dean’s spine. He walked over to the couch, sitting down far too close for comfort. The heat from his body seemed to radiate toward Dean, making him shift uncomfortably.

“Will you come eat, or are you planning to sit there all night, lost in thought?” David teased, his tone light, though there was an edge to it that Dean couldn’t quite place.

Dean opened his mouth to respond but found that no words came out. His voice seemed stuck in his throat, and instead, he nodded stiffly, feeling a sudden rush of frustration at his own inability to speak.

David’s gaze drifted over him, lingering on the oversized shirt Dean was wearing—David’s shirt. “I have to say, my shirt looks good on you,” David remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

The compliment made Dean jump to his feet abruptly, avoiding David’s eyes. “Let’s eat. The food’s getting cold,” he muttered, his voice flat, devoid of any warmth.

Without waiting for a response, Dean walked to the dining table and sat down, focusing on the plate in front of him. He forced himself to take a bite, though the food felt tasteless in his mouth. The entire time, he could feel David’s eyes on him, watching him intently, as if trying to decipher his every thought.

The silence between them grew heavier, and Dean’s discomfort deepened. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Boss, if you keep staring at me like that, I might choke,” Dean said, trying to break the tension with a forced smile.

David didn’t reply. He simply smiled to himself and continued eating, his calm demeanor only adding to Dean’s unease.

They finished their meal in silence. Once the plates were cleared, David stood up and took them to the sink. Dean used the moment of distraction to grab his bag. He had made up his mind—he couldn’t stay here any longer. The rain had stopped, and it was time to leave.

But just as he slung the bag over his shoulder and turned toward the door, David’s voice stopped him. “Where are you going?”

Dean hesitated before turning to face him. “The rain has stopped, so I’m heading home,” he said, his voice more resolute than he felt.

David raised an eyebrow, a look of concern crossing his face. “You’re trying to go home at this time of night? What if something happens to you? You could get kidnapped.”

Dean let out a short, humorless laugh and stepped closer to David. “Look at me. I’ve got a cute, innocent face. Why would anyone want to kidnap me?”

David’s expression changed in an instant. He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against Dean’s ear as he whispered, “What if I’m the one who wants to kidnap you?”

Dean froze. The words sent a cold shiver down his spine, and goosebumps prickled his skin. He took a step back, putting some much-needed distance between them. His heart raced, and for a moment, he couldn’t think straight.

“Boss… I need to go. I promised my friend I’d be home after the rain stopped, so I need to leave now,” Dean said, trying to keep his voice steady, though the panic was creeping in.

Dean turned to leave, but before he could take a step, David grabbed his arm and pulled him back, causing him to stumble into David’s chest. The warmth of David’s body against his own made Dean’s pulse quicken. He could feel David’s breath on his skin, and it was both unsettling and oddly… captivating.

“It’s late, and I can’t let anything happen to you,” David said softly, his grip firm but not forceful. “You’re staying here tonight. When your friend calls, tell him you’re with your boss. You’ll be safe with me.”

Dean stared up at him, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Why was this happening? Why was he drawn to David in ways that made no sense to him? This wasn’t who he was—or at least, it hadn’t been.

David’s gaze held him captive for what felt like an eternity. Then, as if breaking free from a spell, Dean nodded silently and pulled away. He walked to the couch, lying down and closing his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep.

But moments later, David appeared in front of him again, towering over him with that same unreadable expression.

“What are you doing?” David asked, his voice filled with quiet authority.

Dean opened his eyes, confused. “I’m going to sleep. Is something wrong?” he asked, trying to make sense of David’s question.

Without answering, David bent down and, with surprising ease, lifted Dean off the couch in a bridal style. Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he found himself cradled in David’s arms, too stunned to protest.

“Boss, what are you doing?” Dean’s voice was filled with surprise and a hint of panic.

David’s face was close—too close. He looked down at Dean with a small, almost tender smile. “You’ll be staying in my room tonight. I can’t let you sleep on the couch. You might catch a cold.”

Dean’s mind whirled. He didn’t know what to say—what to do. All he could do was stare up at David as he carried him to the bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed. The softness of the mattress beneath him contrasted sharply with the tension thrumming through his body.

David moved to walk around the bed, but in his haste, he slipped, landing on top of Dean. For a moment, everything stopped. Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Neither of them moved, both caught in the intensity of the moment.

David’s gaze softened as he looked down at Dean, his body pressing against his. “I didn’t realize my boy was so cute,” David whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent another wave of goosebumps over Dean’s skin.

Dean’s heart raced in his chest. He had never felt this way before—never been drawn to another man like this. But now, with David so close, his scent filling the air, and the heat of his body warming him, Dean found himself lost in the moment.

David’s eyes flicked from Dean’s to his lips. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in, pressing his lips against Dean’s in a soft, tentative kiss. The kiss lingered for only a moment, but it was enough to send a shockwave through Dean’s entire body.

When David pulled back, there was a look of shock in his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected to kiss Dean either. “Sleep. You have work tomorrow,” David said, his voice softer now, laced with something that felt almost like regret.

But before David could move away, Dean reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. This time, it was Dean who initiated the kiss, his lips finding David’s with a sudden urgency he couldn’t explain. He didn’t understand why he was doing this—why he couldn’t resist. But in that moment, nothing else mattered.

David smiled against his lips, whispering, “My boy is being naughty.”

Dean’s hands moved to David’s shirt, lifting it up slowly. The more he tried to fight the impulse, the stronger it became. It was as if something had taken hold of him, something he couldn’t control.

When David’s shirt was off, Dean ran his hands over his bare skin, feeling the warmth beneath his fingertips. He wrapped his arms around David’s neck, pulling him closer as he pressed kisses to his neck.

David groaned softly, his own restraint slipping away. He pushed Dean back onto the bed, his hands moving with purpose as he removed his own boxers, then undressed Dean, leaving them both exposed to each other.

Once they were both naked, David leaned down, his voice a low whisper filled with desire. “Let the fun begin, boy.”