Parking Garage

Elias and Marcus had been fucking in the parking garage for months.

It was risky. Stupid. And completely addictive.

They would meet after work, usually around 7 or 8 p.m. when most people had already gone home. Marcus would text him a floor number. Elias would meet him there.

It was always the same.

Rough. Fast. Desperate.

Marcus would push Elias against his car or the concrete wall and fuck him hard and fast while trying to stay quiet. They would come in under ten minutes, fix their clothes, and go their separate ways like nothing had happened.

But tonight was different.

Marcus had been in a bad mood all day. A deal had fallen through. He was frustrated and angry.

When Elias met him in the parking garage on the 5th floor, Marcus didn’t even say hello.

He grabbed Elias and kissed him roughly, all teeth and desperation. He spun him around and bent him over the hood of his car. He yanked Elias’s pants down and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and pushed back against them.

Marcus worked him open roughly, then replaced his fingers with his cock. He fucked Elias with deep, angry strokes, one hand gripping his hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me insane all day,” Marcus growled. “Walking around the office like you don’t know what you do to me.”

Elias could only moan, gripping the hood of the car as Marcus pounded into him.

Marcus fucked him harder, every thrust rough and possessive. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, his whole body shaking. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Marcus eventually pulled out and turned Elias around. He pulled him into a rough kiss.

“This is getting out of hand,” Marcus said against Elias’s lips. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Elias smiled tiredly.

“I know.”

Marcus kissed him again.

“But I’m not stopping,” he murmured. “Not yet.”

Elias closed his eyes.

“Me neither.”

Marcus held him for a moment longer.

Then he pulled back and smirked.

“Same time tomorrow?”

Elias smiled.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Marcus kissed him one more time.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

And they both knew they would keep doing this — in parking garages, in supply closets, in offices — until they either got caught or finally admitted what everyone else already knew.

They were in love.

And they were terrible at hiding it.