M. J. Xavier

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Disabled transmasc author in his late 20s writing M/M erotic romance with cis and trans characters! I strive to write intense, emotional stories. Anti-AI. I will never intentionally use gen AI for any part of a book. 18+ https://linktr.ee/mjxavier.author

"Nico, why should I trust anything you say?" I finally asked. "After you tracked me down at my place of work like a stalker?"

"I can't really convince you of my good intentions," he admitted. "I don't know how I could prove that. I...didn't have much of a plan beyond coming here." He wrapped a hand around the back of his neck. "I just wanted to invite you to meet me for lunch on your break. On me. I was hoping you'd be willing to hear me out before walking away for good."

"Why do you care so much?" I asked, scrutinizing him. Most guys wouldn't go this far out of their way to help a buddy. It was like he was personally invested, somehow.

Nico frowned. "He's my best friend. I care because I fucked up here and blew up a situation I didn't even know existed. I just...want him to be happy," he finished lamely.

Watching his face as he talked about Max, it clicked. "You like him, don't you?" Now that I realized, it was obvious.

His eyes widened. "I—n-no, I just care about him. As a friend," he tacked on. I just stared at him for a couple of beats. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Jackson..."

For a moment, we just stood there, eyes locked, barely breathing. I could see every speckle in his irises, every individual eyelash. His eyes flicked down to my lips before bouncing back up to mine. I let my own eyes trail down to his full, soft mouth, and I was certain the desire was etched across my face.

With a ragged breath, I closed my eyes. As if magnetically drawn to him, I pressed my mouth to his, pulling his body against mine. He let out a sharp gasp as our lips met. The contact lingered for a long moment before he leaned into me with a soft moan. It started soft and slow, a flame that gradually consumed me as our lips moved together. Stealing my breath as I moaned into his mouth.

Then I scraped my teeth over his bottom lip with a playful little purr, and his control snapped.

He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against him and swallowing my surprised yelp. I melted into him with a moan as his hard cock rubbed against me through our jeans. His tongue pried at the seam of my mouth, strong and demanding, until I gave in with a gasp. He was practically holding me up at that point, and I moaned when he wedged a knee between my thighs. His hips rolled into mine as he devoured me. I couldn't help rocking against his leg, riding his thigh as he took me apart bit by bit. I'd never been so utterly possessed by another person as I did now, with Max bruising my mouth. I moaned like a whore as he sucked on my tongue, humping him and chasing my orgasm.

We both gasped for air as he ripped his mouth from mine. His ragged breaths echoed in my ear as our bodies moved together.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I chanted under my breath. That familiar ball of tension in my stomach tightened. The seam of my jeans pressed against my cock through my underwear and pressed between my pussy lips, almost gouging. It should have hurt, but it only made the need to cum even more urgent. "I'm gonna—I need to—oh, fuck, I c-can't—"

I think letting a robot take things away from us is a really bad idea, both in pricipal (why are we letting tech companies control us like that) and also practically. AI is trained off of our writing. If we change how we write, so will AI. And the goal posts will just never stop moving, and then where does that leave us? And I'm sure the tech corps would love for their bots to have a "unique" "writing" style if everyone was constantly changing how they write en masse. It doesn't matter HOW hard anyone tries to make sure their writing looks like it was written by a human, the accusations will still fly, especially since AI detection machines (also run by AI) are not particularly awesome at their job.

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