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"There isn't any way you could - "
"No. I'm sorry," Mike said firmly.
But he meant it. He wished it was possible for Werner to see his wife, but it just wasn't. A phone call was the best he could do.
"Of course. I understand. Do not misunderstand me, I am very grateful for this opportunity," Werner said, shifting closer to Mike. "It has just been… lonely. You must understand what it's like, to be away from someone you love, to go without touch for so long…"
So that was what this was about, Mike thought. He looked down awkwardly.
"Gender doesn't even matter - just the comfort of being near someone…"
Mike wasn't sure how to respond. Werner had to know there was no way he'd be allowed to leave. Mike didn't think he was that naive. Or maybe he was just that desperate for intimacy.
"Listen to me. You can't leave. If they find out, they'll think you can't be trusted."
Mike knew Werner was smart enough to know what he meant.
"I know, Michael." Werner didn't look away from Mike. "It was just a flight of fancy."
"Look, the guys all like you," Mike said, gesturing to the crowd of workers behind them. "I'm sure one of them would be interested in… keeping you company."
"Maybe they would," Werner sighed. "But to be honest, the only person here I trust enough… is you."
This wasn't how Mike had expected the conversation to go. It was strange enough that Werner was admitting to being horny and lonely, to Mike of all people. And now… whatever this was. He managed to quell the nervousness in his stomach long enough to look up at Werner. He suddenly understood and his heart stuttered.
"Are you saying you - you want to sleep with me?" There was no way any of the other men could hear them from across the room, and the common area wasn't bugged, but Mike kept his voice hushed regardless.
"I like you, Michael." Werner's tone was the softest anyone had spoken to Mike in a while. "It...was just a thought. I would never want to make you uncomfortable." Werner sighed and looked away. "I'm afraid I already have."
Mike didn't think he and Werner were that close. They got along well, but they were only acquaintances, coworkers, almost. He had no idea Werner liked him any more than that.
"I… I'm very flattered." Mike could feel his face warming up. He'd never been propositioned quite like this. "But why me?"
"You are smart, and a hard worker, and very handsome." Mike wasn't sure about that last part, but the words still made his stomach feel fluttery. "We have much in common. I have great respect for you."
Mike didn't think he was a particularly likable person, certainly not up to Werner's description of him. He must be trying to sweet-talk Mike into letting him see his wife. It wasn't going to work, but Werner was looking at him with stars in his eyes and Mike could almost believe he meant it.
"So if I… " Mike gestured vaguely between them. "You think you can manage the rest of the job without seeing your wife?"
It sounded like some weird joke, but Werner nodded. Mike supposed it made sense. The construction was well on its way. Maybe he just needed a bit of human contact to get through the rest of it. Mike was able to come and go from the site, but Werner and the men were all stuck down here. It had to be lonely, especially for Werner.
"Come with me," Mike said. None of the other men noticed when they got up and headed into Werner's cabin. "You really want to do this?"
"Very much," Werner breathed, stepping closer to Mike as he closed the door behind them. "But only if you want to."
"What about your wife?"
"She wouldn't mind - we both like men and women and we have a very… sexually free relationship. We don't keep each other from having the pleasure of the same sex, you know?"
Normally Mike would have doubted any man's claim that their wife didn't mind them sleeping around, but the love and earnestness in Werner's eyes when he talked about his wife made Mike believe him. And there went Mike's last excuse not to do this.
Now that the two were alone in a room together Mike felt a nervousness he wasn't accustomed to. There was a part of his brain that was telling him to leave and never speak of this again, but there was also a part of Mike that wanted this. Maybe this was something they both needed.
"Okay. How would you like to… proceed?"
That was probably the least sexy way Mike could put it, but Werner smiled and took his hands.
"However you want, Michael." Werner's eyes were wide with… desire? Affection? Mike couldn't tell. They were playing a dangerous game here, and Mike knew Werner was smart enough to know that.
"Lay down."
Werner obeyed without hesitation. He was innocent, almost too much so. Had he really thought he'd be able to just leave for the weekend? He had to know just how dangerous the people he worked for were. Mike knew he was included in that group. He thought Werner knew too, but now he wasn't so sure.
Mike took off his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. His heart pounded harder than what was probably healthy for someone his age as he joined Werner on the bed. He shouldn't be doing this at all, but as long as it kept Werner from doing something stupid…
The younger man took Mike's hand and kissed it. It was a small gesture, but the tenderness of it made a lump form in his throat. He was suddenly aware of how long it had been since he'd slept with anyone. Since he'd even touched anyone in a way that wasn't a fist to the face. He swallowed and tried to pull himself together.
He really should just get up and go, to tell Gus that Werner wanted to leave and make sure Werner understood that he absolutely could not, but Mike couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away.
Suddenly Werner pulled Mike in to kiss him. He froze but didn't pull away. Werner's lips were soft and his touch gentle against Mike's cheek and Mike didn't think he could move even if he wanted to.
But he had to stop. The last thing he needed was to get attached. He broke the kiss and shoved Werner back onto the bed. Mike thought that might have been a bit far, but Werner didn't seem to mind.
He could feel Werner's erection against his thigh as he climbed on top of him. Werner exhaled softly as Mike rubbed him to full hardness through his pants. His face was flushed and Mike tried not to think about how pretty he looked and focused on undoing his belt. He moaned and swore in German as Mike freed his cock and started stroking him.
"Quiet," Mike muttered.
"Right, sorry," Werner whispered with an apologetic smile. "It just feels good…"
Mike kept his pace slow lest Werner get too loud. He had to admit, he had a nice looking dick. If the circumstances were different he'd like to have taken his time, maybe see what the rest of him looked like under those knit sweaters.
"Michael…"
The sound of Mike's name on his tongue was getting him hard. He repositioned himself so Werner's thigh wasn't rubbing right between his legs and placed his hand over his mouth. Werner's eyes fluttered shut and the hot, shaky breaths against Mike's hand weren't helping either. Mike had to just get this over with, maybe take a cold shower later. Werner whimpered as Mike increased his pace.
Somehow he'd never noticed how handsome Werner was, how blue his eyes were. His breath coated the lenses of his glasses with steam. Mike closed his eyes and tried to focus on what he was doing but Werner was just so close. He could feel his body heat and smell the generic shampoo all the workers used.
One of Werner's hands trailed down between them and stroked Mike's cock through his pants. The much needed touch made his brain freeze for a moment. His breath caught in his throat as he opened his eyes. He took his hand away from Werner's mouth and grabbed his wrist. He'd meant to pull it away, but instead he felt himself guiding it across his cock.
Werner's pulse thrummed against Mike's fingers. He'd taken off his glasses and laid them on the pillow behind them. Their eyes met and Mike wasn't sure who moved first but he blinked and Werner was kissing him, fumbling blindly at his zipper.
Mike felt like he was melting. He shouldn't be doing this, letting Werner kiss him and jerk him off, but it just felt so good and he didn't have the strength to stop. He felt completely at Werner's mercy.
He pulled Mike closer, moaning softly into his mouth as Mike increased his pace. He grabbed the back of Werner's head and tangled his fingers in his hair and Werner buried his face into Mike's chest, muffling choked moans of Mike's name as he came. Mike could feel the heat of his breath through his shirt and the warmth of his body against his own. Werner didn't move away, and Mike didn't want to let go.
"Thank you," Werner whispered after a minute. "That was... very good." He finally moved away and stood up to grab a towel from the floor and clean himself up.
With Werner no longer touching him, Mike came to his senses a bit. He had to leave. He didn't want to. But this had gone too far. He felt shaky as he stood up and stepped towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Werner said with a soft laugh. Mike's words died in his throat as Werner came up and took his hands. "Let me return the favor."
His voice was low and husky and Mike couldn't pull away when he kissed him. But what harm would it do, anyway? It would be easier than trying to sneak out with a raging hard on without being seen. He could still hear the faint sound of the men's voices through the walls - they wouldn't notice if he was there a while longer. Mike let himself sink into the touch.
Werner pushed Mike up against the wall and kissed him again, undoing Mike's belt and untucking his shirt. Mike closed his eyes as Werner sank down to his knees and started stroking him, biting back a moan as he ran his tongue up the underside of his cock before taking it in his mouth.
He kept his eyes closed but ran a hand through Werner's hair. He wasn't going to last long. It had been a long time since anyone had done this to him, much longer since anyone had done it as expertly as Werner. Or maybe it had just been so long since he'd gotten a blowjob that he'd forgotten how good it felt, but either way the wet heat of his mouth felt incredible.
He should definitely be putting a stop to this. At the very least he should be a bit rougher, making it clear that he was Werner's superior. They couldn't be friends, let alone anything more. Once the construction was done he'd go back to Germany and they'd never see each other again. This was just a quick fuck and Mike would still turn on Werner in an instant if he betrayed him - Mike had much higher loyalties than the man kneeling at his feet.
Mike should be making sure Werner knew that, but he couldn't do much more than close his eyes and drown in the feeling. He stroked Werner's hair and let him go at his own pace. Mike wouldn't even need him to be any rougher to come. Werner's tongue wrapped around him and his hand stroked him while he sucked. He could feel the pressure quickly building up inside him. Any other time he might be a bit embarrassed that he couldn't last longer, but it felt so good that he didn't care.
"I - I'm close," he stammered. Werner hummed and Mike thought he felt him smile around his cock before he exploded into his mouth. He was glad he had the wall behind him to hold him up as he came, barely managing to stay quiet. Werner swallowed around him until Mike came down. He felt a bit dizzy as Werner pulled off of him and got to his feet, taking Mike's hand.
He looked at Werner's almost shy smile for a moment before he could pull himself together, hastily zipping his pants back up and tightening his belt.
"Werner..." He had meant to sternly tell him this couldn't happen again, that no one could find out, but his heart skipped a beat as he met Werner's eyes. There was a hint of sadness in them.
"Why don't you stay? Just one night?" Werner looked like he already knew the answer.
"I can't."
Mike couldn't pretend he didn't want to. He knew Werner could hear it in his voice.
"I understand," Werner said softly. "Thank you."
They shouldn't have done this. Maybe Werner would be able to go on like nothing happened, but Mike would spend the entire rest of the job remembering the feeling of Werner's hands on him, the taste of his lips. And Werner would go back home to his wife and Mike would lose the closest thing he had to a friend.
"I should go."
"Of course. Good night, Michael."
No one even looked in Mike's direction as he left.