Boss Caught Him Jerking Off

Elias had always been the type to keep his head down. A quiet graphic designer in New York City, he spent most of his time working from his small apartment, sketching out logos and branding for clients he barely met in person. Love had always seemed like something that happened to other people—people who were bolder, louder, more fearless.

Then there was Jordan.

Jordan was everything Elias wasn’t—spontaneous, outgoing, and effortlessly charming. A photographer by trade, Jordan had an energy that filled every space he entered. He was the kind of person who laughed loudly, hugged tightly, and loved freely. They met at a local bookstore, reaching for the same copy of Giovanni’s Room.

“Oh, you have good taste,” Jordan said, his smile warm and teasing.

Elias, caught off guard by the stranger’s confidence, felt his face heat up. “It’s a classic,” he mumbled, gripping the book.

Jordan’s grin widened. “Tell you what—how about I let you take it, and in return, you let me buy you a coffee? That way, we both win.”

It was bold. It was unexpected. And for the first time in a long time, Elias said yes to something uncertain.

Their first date was easy. Jordan talked about his love for photography, how he loved capturing moments people didn’t realize were beautiful. Elias, usually reserved, found himself sharing more than he expected—his love for minimalist design, the way colors made him feel, how he dreamed of creating something that truly mattered.

Jordan listened, really listened, in a way no one had before.

And just like that, Elias was hooked.

Months passed, and their love grew in quiet, steady ways. Jordan showed Elias how to slow down, how to savor life’s little joys—the way light spilled through their window on Sunday mornings, how the city hummed at night, how love didn’t have to be grand gestures but could be found in shared glances and gentle touches.

Elias, in turn, gave Jordan a place to rest. For all his extroverted energy, Jordan had never had someone who made him feel safe the way Elias did. In Elias’s presence, he didn’t have to perform, didn’t have to be the life of the party. He could just be.

One evening, as they lay tangled together in bed, Jordan traced circles on Elias’s palm. “I love you,” he whispered, as if the words were sacred.

Elias felt his heart stutter. He had never thought he’d find love, never thought someone would see him for who he truly was and still choose him.

But Jordan had. And in that moment, Elias knew—this was it.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

And in the quiet of their shared space, under the glow of city lights, their love felt infinite.