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Isaac took a moment at the door of the apartment, swallowed his breath mint and then pressed 312. The building was newly built, specifically for the students at the nearby college. The door buzzed almost instantaneously and he pushed his way into the apartment building. He forwent the elevator, opting instead for the stairs to collect his thoughts and mentally review what he knew about the meeting he was heading to. Guy, nineteen, newly out, best friend wants Isaac to pop his cherry and ‘show him a good time.’ It was hardly the weirdest trick he’d ever been on, but it wasn’t the norm either. The friend who’d set it all up, Stiles, was the only one he’d spoken to, but he seemed genuine enough. He’d offered Isaac a picture of the guy he was going to be with, but he’d refused, not wanting to have any expectations.
Before he knew it he was standing at a plain white door, one of a multitude along a wide corridor. Tugging his t-shirt flat and wiping his hands on his jeans, he knocked, dropping his hands behind his back, tilting his head and adopting a lazy smile. The door opened as soon as he knocked and a thin, cute, button-nosed guy stood looking at him hopefully, “Lucas?” He asked.
“That’s right gorgeous, what are my chances you’re Scott?” Isaac grinned wide and stepped in, stroking a hand down a deceptively toned chest.
The boy’s eyes bulged delightfully and he stammered a reply, “uh, uh, no, uh, I’m Stiles. We spoke on the phone?”
Isaac laughed playfully. “OK. I knew I couldn’t be that lucky.” He grinned, staring deep into the younger man’s eyes. “Should you ever need company . . . just say the word.” He edged closer, angling his head, lining up for a kiss, daring Stiles to react.
“He won’t.” A gruff and deep voice said to Isaac’s right. He languidly turned and saw a hitherto unnoticed man leaning against the kitchen counter. While Stiles may have been cute as a button, this guy was utterly stunning. He was dark and brooding, sure, but also, the powerful arms crossed over his broad chest displayed a fine physique. It was all Isaac could do not to stare. The guy’s face was set in a frown that did nothing to take away from his rugged beauty, stubble exactly the right length and piercing eyes a deep, deep brown.
“Scott?” He finally managed to ask, mentally crossing his fingers.
“No.” Was all the man said, though he did reach a hand out to Stiles and the younger man shimmied past Isaac and into tall-dark-and-handsome’s arms.
“Sorry . . . errrr . . . this is Derek, my boyfriend and yes, he’s always like this.” Stiles was enveloped in the taller man’s arms and kissed thoroughly. Isaac raised a sardonic eyebrow and coughed politely.
“That’s great guys, but I’m here to meet Scott and there’s still the awkward part to get out of the way first . . . ?” Isaac waited patiently as Stiles flailed out of his boyfriend’s arms and pulled opened a draw, taking out a roll of notes. Isaac gave them a quick glace before he pocketed them and nodded thanks.
“Aren’t you going to count it?” Stiles asked, incredulous.
“No. I trust you. Plus, you have quite the unique last name, and I’m guessing you’re some relation to the Sheriff in Beacon Hills . . . ?” He nodded to himself as Stiles paled visibly. It had been a simple Google search on ‘Stiles Stilinski’ that had pulled up a couple of articles about his father, the law enforcement officer, a couple of towns over. “I’m guessing you’re not going to stiff me.” He smiled at the pair as Derek growled at him. Laughing lightly he looked around the small apartment. “So, where is Scott?” He asked.
“Errrrrr . . . he’s in his room,” Stiles said pointing at one of the three doors off the shared living space. “Listen, he’s a bit nervous. This was a birthday surprise so he only found out about an hour ago that you were coming.” Isaac resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Oh great, this is gonna be a nightmare. “But he’s up for it, you’ll see.”
“It’s your money.” Isaac said with a shrug. “Are you guys staying to watch?” He asked, smirking. Stiles did a complete double take and shook his head vigorously.
“No. God. No. We’re going to Derek’s. We’ll be gone all night, so . . .” Stiles trailed off, leading Derek passed him to the door.
“You’ve only paid for two hours though, yeah?” Isaac clarified.
“Yeah. I was just saying . . . you won’t be interrupted any. OK, well, see ya.” He did a cute little wave and Isaac couldn’t help but smile, regretting again that neither of them was the guy he was meeting. As the door clicked shut behind them, Isaac looked around the small apartment. It was small and neat, completely tidy and not at all what he’d expected from two nineteen-year-old guys.
Doing his best to settle his nerves, knowing that this ‘Scott’ was no doubt far more nervous than he was, he headed to the door Stiles had indicated. Plastering a filthy smile on his face he opened the door and walked in, not knowing what to expect. The room was just as neat and tidy as the rest of the apartment and Isaac could smell the slightly chemical air freshener that had clearly recently been sprayed. It was dimly lit, the overhead light off and the only light coming from one bedside lamp. His eyes instantly fell to the guy sitting anxiously on the end of the bed, hands clasped tightly together in his lap.
Isaac’s greeting died on his lips as he took in his client. While Stiles was cute and Derek striking, Scott seemed the perfect median of the two. He was clearly more muscular than his lithe friend, but not as ripped as Derek, though Isaac couldn’t tell for certain, hunched and nervous as Scott was. The boy in front of him was certainly gorgeous though; unblemished caramel skin, thick dark hair, wonderfully crooked jaw and eyes Isaac would happily melt into if they weren’t so full of fear.
His smile turned genuine as he slowly walked into the room, crouching in front of Scott, looking up into his still down-tuned eyes. “Hey, I’m Lucas, what’s your name?” He asked, quietly.
“Scott.” The boy murmured.
“Nice to meet you Scott.” Normally Isaac would offer a hand, or go in for a hug or a kiss, but Scott looked on the edge of bolting already. “Have you got an iPod dock?” He asked calmly. The boy blinked at the mundane nature of the question, but latched on to it as something he could do.
“Yeah. Yeah . . . It’s over here.” He stood and walked to the bookcase where the music system was. Isaac followed him and pulled his MP3 player out of his back pocket and slotted it into place, clicking a couple of buttons and starting his two hour play-list. He always liked having music on in the background when on a job; it offered a great way of keeping time, but also gave something he could focus on if he needed a distraction – not that that would be necessary with this guy.
“Thanks.” Isaac said, smiling as the first, familiar bars of ‘Spin Spin Sugar’ started playing. He’d spent a long time making his playlists, each track sensual and sexy, unobtrusive yet alluring. “Do you know this band?” Scott shook his head. “Want me to dance for you?” Scott’s eyes widened and his breathing became ragged. Isaac smiled wide and lifted a hand to the side of Scott’s face, trying to calm him. “Your friend Stiles? He said it’s something he’d noticed on your internet history.”
“Oh my God.” Scott screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, backing away from Isaac.
“Look, let’s sit down. Talk.” Isaac boldly took the teenager’s hand and led him back to the bed. Scott’s hand was clammy, unsurprisingly, but Isaac still smiled at him as they both sat on the edge of the bed. “I get you’re nervous, but I’m not, am I? You’re nice and your friends wanted you to have a good time, so maybe we should talk about what you want to do?”
Scott blushed deeply and Isaac’s stone-cold heart cracked slightly. “I don’t think I can. This isn’t something I’ve ever considered you know?”
Isaac nodded, “Yeah, I know . . . Stiles should probably have given you more warning, huh? How do you know him?”
“Stiles? We’ve been best friends since kindergarten.” Scott smiled, not at Isaac, just a smile, but it was breathtaking. “All though school, always best friends, now we’re at college together. He’s way smarter than me, could have gone anywhere, but he wanted to stay close to Derek, and me I guess . . .”
“He sounds like quite the guy, what’s he studying?” Isaac asked, leaning back, reclining on the bed, purposefully letting his t-shirt ride up to expose a stretch of taut skin. Scott’s eyes flicked to Isaac’s stomach and he licked his lips before answering.
“Errrr . . . teaching. He’s gonna be a teacher.”
“What about you?” Isaac ran a hand along his stomach, fingers lightly dancing over his skin, lifting his t-shirt a little more.
Scott swallowed and snuck another peak before answering. “Nursing. I’m doing nursing.”
“Wow, that’s brilliant. You must be really smart!” Isaac smiled fully up at Scott and lightly pushed his shoulder, massaging it a little before returning his hand back to his hip. Scott just shrugged and his eyes went slightly wide staring at the ridges the six-pack Isaac was slowly teasing. “No Scott really, all those complicated names for bones and such and pharmaceutical things, I’m impressed.” He caught Scott’s eye and smiled. “You like that?” He gestured at his stomach and Scott nodded, silently. “You want to touch?” He asked and didn’t wait for the reply, just grabbing the other boy’s hand and placing it against his stomach, clenching the muscles there.
The nervous boy licked his lips again and flashed a look at Isaac who nodded encouragement. “Dude, you’re like, ripped.” Scott whispered.
“Yeah, I’m pretty strict on my gym routine, you know? Five days a week weights and cardio every day.” He was still holding the other boy’s hand so he pushed it further underneath his t-shirt up to his chest. “Mmmm . . . nice . . . you have good hands.” He purred.
Suddenly, Scott span away and bolted to his desk chair, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “Sorry Lucas, it’s not you, this is just weird.” He looked up plaintively, eyes beseeching. He looked so lost and innocent Isaac couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, actively wanting to wrap up this gorgeous boy and keep him safe. Slow down working boy, he’s a trick, not a date. Keep it professional.
“Hey, it’s OK. This is all about you, we can go as slow as you like . . .” Scott nodded and swallowed hard. “Want to know what your friend told me about you? You can correct any mistakes he made.” Isaac tried smiling again, but Scott was back to his head down, bashful avoidance.
“Sure, why not?” He almost sounded bitter and Isaac realised that this job might be trickier than he had at first expected.
Isaac rolled over on the bed so he was face down, but he raised himself up on his elbows so he could be at the same head height as the other boy. “He told me that you’ve only been out for a couple of months, that you haven’t had any real experience yet, and were finding it hard to talk to guys when you went out? How’s that so far?” Scott nodded and blushed again. “He told me that you are kind, and generous and forgiving. That you are really special and that he loves you very, very much.” Scott looked up slightly incredulous, but Isaac continued. “He said that you don’t know how cute you are, which FYI is very true, and that you’ve been over-thinking the whole guy/guy thing for a while now.” Scott grimaced slightly but didn’t stop him. “He told me you like blonde-ish guys, tall and that you tend to watch stripper porn, or blow job porn… Both of which I’m very good at, just so you know.” He paused waiting for Scott to say something, but got nothing. “He also said you’d probably want to top if we got that far, but he wasn’t sure.”
“Oh my God.” Scott murmured.
“So . . . is there anything there that isn’t true?” He asked, slightly challengingly.
Scott just shook his head. “No. It’s just embarrassing to think that my best friend discussed all that with his boyfriend and with a-“ He looked up, eyes wide, not wanting to finish that thought.
“Hooker?” Isaac finished for him with a sassy smile. “Its OK Scott, I know what I am. All it means for you is that you’ve got a couple of hours where you can explore anything you want to do with a guy, hopefully one you find somewhat appealing.” He smiled as Scott instantly started nodding furiously.
“Dude, totally. I mean, you’re hot. I’m just not . . . I tend to . . . guys like you, hot guys, I dunno . . . I just get all flustered trying to talk to them.” The last bit was mumbled so low, Isaac almost missed it.
“OK. Fair enough. But . . . I’m right here for you Scott, I’m yours, and I’m relaxed and I’m not going anywhere.”
Scott looked up and smiled a little. “Yeah, but Stiles had to pay you to be here.” There was a sarcastic little smile on his face.
“Look, I don’t normally say stuff like this, but . . . if I wasn’t me, and we weren’t here, like if we met at a party . . . ? I’d totally try and hit on you, you are a very, very good-looking guy. Honest.” Isaac was aware how daft that ‘honest’ was with the roll of notes in his pocket, but still, and Scott didn’t need to know how many guys he’d said those exact words to.
“Yeah, right.” he scoffed.
“Seriously, I like you. If you weren’t terrified I’m sure you’d be really eloquent.” Isaac smiled with Scott for a moment, sharing a moment.
“I am, you know.”
“Eloquent?” Isaac grinned.
“Terrified.” Scott grinned back, then cheekily added, “dumbass.”
Isaac gave a delighted laugh and rolled off the bed, crawling over to kneel in front of Scott. “I’m wounded!” He cried, placing his hands purposefully on the other boy’s knees.
“Sorry.” Scott immediately apologised and looked genuinely afraid he’d upset Isaac.
“Dude, I’m kidding. You’re fine, you can call me whatever you want . . .” He looked up, changing his normal filthy smile for what he hoped was a more innocent one. He was developing a feeling that his usual ‘dirty-boy’ routine wasn’t going to quite work on this job.
“I think Lucas is fine thanks.” Scott said ruefully.
Isaac looked up thoughtfully. “So . . . Stiles said you didn’t have any real experience, what does that mean?”
Scott blushed again. Seriously? Who blushes this much at nineteen!? “Oh, errrr, well, I had a girlfriend for a while, so I’m not a virgin or anything, but I suppose I am when it comes to guys.”
“Have you done anything with a guy?” Isaac asked.
“Well, me and Stiles made out when we were, you know, ‘experimenting’, but that doesn’t count I guess. Then there was Danny, from my lacrosse team, we had a drunken kiss at our friend’s graduation party, but I don’t think it meant anything, he just laughed about ‘straight guys’ and went off with an insanely hot red-haired guy.” Scott shrugged, uncomfortably.
“More fool him.” Isaac murmured and slowly pushed up off his hunches, moving his head up in front of Scott. “So, is this OK?”
“Uh-huh.” Scott whispered and bit his bottom lip, brows furrowed. Isaac very slowly, teasing Scott, came closer, pausing just before the kiss connected, wanting the other boy to own the kiss himself. It took a few seconds and Isaac stroking Scott’s leg encouragingly before they connected. When they did it was like someone had flicked a switch in Isaac’s client; he went from nervous and hesitant to handsy and needy in a split second.
Isaac had to resist the urge to chuckle as Scott’s hands carded their way through his caramel curls and lips and tongue explored his mouth. For the moment he was content to let Scott control the kiss, but Isaac knew he’d have to try and slow him down a little and concentrate on what he was doing. Not that it was a bad kiss, per se, more that it was . . . well . . . very teenage.
Scott started making little whining noises in the back of his throat and Isaac trailed his hands lightly up the insides of Scott’s thighs making him gasp and pull back a little. As he did, the music changed to a track Isaac knew he could dance well to. “How’s about we put one of your fantasies into play . . . want me to dance for you big guy?” Scott eventually nodded on top of a blush and Isaac relaxed, finally getting into more familiar territory.
He wheeled Scott’s chair out away from the desk, and positioned him where Isaac could easily move around him fully. As the songs beat kicked in Isaac rolled his hips and smoothed his hands down his chest. He’d danced and stripped for guys before, one-on-one and at a parties, but instinctively knew this dance would be more ‘tease’ than ‘strip’ – he doubted Scott could handle a full on show. The thought of the blush that seeing Isaac stripping with toys would illicit from Scott made Isaac smile as he moved sensually forward, kneeing Scott’s legs apart. He stepped into the other boy’s space and trailed a hand lightly down Scott’s cheek. He nervous boy’s breathing gave a hitch and he dragged his eyes away from the roll of Isaac’s hips to meet his eyes.
Isaac smiled down at him and was relieved to see Scott smile back. Isaac raised his arms above his head, arms flexing, hips swaying. He watched where his client’s eyes went trying to work out what he wanted. Scott’s eye’s widened at the muscles on display on Isaac’ arms, but they snapped back to his abs again as he noticed Isaac’s t-shirt riding up. It made sense, if he was friends with Derek he’d have seen nice arms, nicer than Isaac’s anyway, but he’d probably not seen things normally covered.
Reaching down, hips still swaying, dipping lower at each pass so he could grind lightly against the top of Scott’s thigh, Isaac gripped the base of his t-shirt and slowly lifted it a couple of inches. He bunched the fabric in one hand, pulling it up further. Scott shifted a little in his seat and his hands hovered up off the arms of the chair uncertainly. Isaac swayed again and hiked his shirt higher, exposing his nipples. Scott made a little moan which cut off as Isaac snaked his free hand around the back of the other boy’s head and brought it forward, grinding his hips forward as he did.
Scott’s lips brushed against his abs and Isaac let out a moan, encouraging more. He threw his head back and glanced down behind him, seeing Scott’s hands hovering nervously behind his back. He took his hand from behind Scott’s head and, reaching behind himself moved his client’s hands to his hips. Rolling them again he lifted his t-shirt clear off, dropping to the side as Scott ran his tongue between the grooves of his stomach muscles.
Before he could get too into it, Isaac stepped back and swayed for Scott, his hands fluttering over his newly exposed chest. The other boy gripped the armrests again and stared, breathing heavily, clearly enjoying the show. Isaac moved in time to the music, walking a circle around his client, fingers dancing along Scott’s neck and hairline, earning him a gasp.
When he was back in front of Scott he stopped, still, and very deliberately unbuttoned the top two buttons of his jeans, exposing the white band of his jockstrap. Scott made a little sound which sounded a lot like ‘oh my God’.
He knocked the other boy’s knees together and Isaac straddled Scott, crotch grinding into his client as his ass rubbed on Scott’s thighs. Isaac leaned back and used one hand to steady himself by grasping one of Scott’s thighs, the other free to paw at his client’s chest. His movements were more grind and thrust than sway now and as he rolled in time to the music, he watched the other boy’s eyes take in every detail. Leaning forward again, Isaac grabbed at Scott’s polo shirt and pulled it up over his head.
Isaac then stood and walked behind the other boy, rubbing at his shoulders and down the broad, smooth chest. For the first time in a long time, Isaac felt true desire on one of his meets. Scott was gorgeous. His muscles were tight and strong and had abs to rival his own, but it was the smooth heat in Scott’s perfect skin which turned him on most. Isaac could feel the bulge in his underwear swell fully and had pressed forward allowing it to grind against Scott’s spine.
His John, keep thinking of him as a client Isaac, he’s paying for it, moaned and rolled his head, pleasure clear on his face. Keeping as close as he could to Scott, Isaac walked back round in front of the other boy, placing one leg between his client’s legs so he was straddling one clearly well defined thigh, his back to Scott’s front. Isaac rolled his hips, slowly, knowing the curves of the top of his ass would be well displayed under the loosened waist of his jeans. He pushed up and down Scott’s leg, allowing himself to revel in the pleasure that shot through him at the friction.
He could hear Scott panting, but his hands remained firmly on the arms of the chair. Smiling at the other boy’s nerves, Isaac pushed back, laying himself against Scott’s chest, head back over his client’s shoulder. Grinding down into Scott’s erection, he grabbed the other boy’s hand and dragged it up over his body.
Scott only needed that little encouragement as he quickly brought both hands round to paw at Isaac. “Oh my God Lucas.” Isaac smiled at the breathy way Scott was talking, taking pleasure in doing a job well done. He slid down Scott’s body, ensuring he was in constant contact with the bulge in Scott’s jeans and span, kneeling in front of his client. Smiling up at Scott, who’s mouth was hung open, clearly lost in what was happening, Isaac slowly unbuttoned the jeans right in front of him, leaning in and pressing a row of kisses just along the top of Scott’s briefs.
He felt Scott’s fingers in his hair and he flowed back, smiling at his client. Standing again he straddled over one leg, hooking his hands behind Scott’s neck and grinding up and down his thigh. With each roll and thrust Isaac could feel his own desire build and grow, almost, almost, forgetting why he was here. Needing a moment to collect himself he stood and went to stand behind Scott again, massaging those wonderful shoulders. Well… this isn’t helping. He smiled ruefully to himself and popped the last few button on his jeans, allowing them to drop slightly as he came back around, Scott’s eyes tracing his every movement.
He stepped between Scott’s legs again and ground his ass into Scott’s jeans. It caused the jeans to become looser and looser before finally exposing his smooth, pert ass. Leaning back once more he took Scott’s hand and made him remove the loose jeans, leaving him in his jockstrap. The song finished at that exact moment and he pressed his lips into Scott’s neck and whispered, “How’s about moving this to the bed?”
Scott just nodded and allowed himself to be stood up and for Isaac to pull off his jeans with a quick tug, though Scott did self consciously cover himself with his hands as soon as he did. Very gently, Isaac took one hand and led his client to the bed. Sitting on the edge, looking up into Scott’s eyes, he slowly peeled the other boy’s hand from hiding his erection and pressed his face and lips into the black cotton of Scott’s underwear. Whereas normally he’d fake a moan, at that moment, Isaac lost himself in Scott’s wonderfully heady scent and his groan was one hundred percent genuine.
“Lucas . . . I’m . . .” Scott sounded completely lost, so Isaac just shushed him and mouthed at the strong, thick cock. “Oh God.” Scott’s fingers found their place back in Isaac’s hair, light and undemanding. Isaac slowly, carefully, peeled down Scott’s briefs, kissing each new expanse of skin as it was revealed. With a final gentle tug, Scott’s manhood was revealed and Isaac smiled, taking in the straight, long shaft and slightly slick head. He licked one full swipe from base to tip and Scott’s knees shook.
Taking pity on the guy, Isaac grabbed him and pushed him back on the bed, shimmying up until both their heads were on the pillows and they were nose to nose, legs entangled and chests pressed together. “Is this OK?” Scott asked nervously.
“It’s brilliant, you’re doing great.” Isaac kissed him again, pressing lips in close and flickered his eyes open, trying to check on his client and was a bit surprised to find Scott’s eyes open to. “Hey.” He said smiling.
“Hey, what?” Scott asked, anxious, sensing something was wrong.
“Nothing,” Isaac smiled at him, “it’s just not many guys kiss with their eyes open . . .” He rubbed Scott’s arm and ground closer into him, trying to show there wasn’t a problem.
“You had your eyes open.” Scott mumbled, blushing and Isaac’s heart quivered again.
“I wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Are you?” He asked.
“Are you kidding?!” Scott smiled and the dimples, delight and blush combined to smash through Isaac’s walls to touch him in a way he hadn’t felt for years. This isn’t good. He thought as Scott continued. “That dance thing was amazing, like, perfect and you . . . well . . .” he ducked his head and pursed his lips.
“I’m what . . . come on, you can say it, nothing’s gonna happen.” Isaac encouraged.
“You’re a really nice guy.” Scott whispered and closed his eyes, embarrassed. Isaac had expected him to say something about how hot he was, or he had a great ass, but that seemed so real, so sincere, Isaac reacted without thinking.
“So are you. You’re gonna make someone very happy one day. You’re a really good guy Scott.”
“Lucas.” Scott blushed and kissed him, slowly, savouring every second. Isaac fell into the kiss gratefully, squashing down the impulse he’d had to tell Scott his real name, something he’d never even considered with a client before, but for some reason he wanted Scott to moan his name, not his work name. Pull it together Isaac!
Breaking off from the kiss he moved down the bed, kissing Scott’s chest as he went. They hadn’t talked about this, but Isaac knew Scott would be happy with it, and wasn’t likely to complain seeing as he was too nervous to say much of anything, let alone what he wanted in bed. Knowing it was cowardly, Isaac found he didn’t care, he needed to get away from those soulful, pure eyes and wrapping his mouth around a stiff cock would be a good distraction.
He focused on the task at hand and he proceeded to lick, suck and kiss at the dick in his grip. He tried to treat it as professionally as possible, like any other job and after a few minutes he’d steeled himself back to a point where he could be ‘Lucas’ again. After swallowing Scott’s cock a couple more times, pushing his head right down to the musky, dense pubes and slowly pulling back up, he pulled his mouth of Scott’s cock with a wonderful filthy pop.
“You like that?” Even his voice had gone back to being Lucas – deeper, slower, hopefully more seductive.
“Are you kidding, dude that was amazing. I’ve never . . . I mean, no ones ever . . .”
“Deep throated your cock?” Isaac drawled, returning his mouth to the cock in question and sucking deep, rolling his tongue across the head. Scott slammed his head back into the pillows and moaned deeply. For good measure, Isaac relaxed his throat and slowly took the other boy completely, enjoying how it made Scott gasp and writhe. He stayed there as long as he could, pressing and relaxing his tongue, creating as much sensation as he could.
Nervously, Scott tapped a hand on his head and mumbled, “Lucas . . . I’m gonna . . .” Isaac pulled of Scott quickly and paused, trying to assess if the other boy was going to cum no matter what. After a few seconds, he realised he wasn’t so he gave Scott’s cock one last gasp-inducing lick and crawled back up the bed. He focused on the music and did a little calulations in his head and realised they’d only been going for around thirty minutes.
“OK Scott, so, there’s a couple of things we should decide.” He said with a smile and kiss, hoping he wouldn’t freak Scott out.
From the panic that flashed across the teenager’s eyes though, he failed utterly. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked quickly.
Isaac had to resist the urge to laugh, “No. You’re doing great, but you need to decide want you want to get out of this. We’ve still got about an hour and a half, which is plenty of time for me to finish blowing you, if that’s what you want, and I reckon you’ll still recover for a second round, or, if you want to hold it, you can just cum once later?”
Scott’s eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “I don’t know.” He paused. “What’s normal?”
“There’s no such thing as normal dude, it’s whatever you want. You need to say though, otherwise you’re sex life will be quiet and not very fulfilling. Most guys are good, giving and game, so just be open, say what you want and if they’re up for it they’ll do it. Because, and this is important, when you take some hunky college guy home, he will say what he’ll want and you have to be ready to say yes or no.”
“God, this is so embarrassing.” Scott sat up away from Isaac and put his head in his hands. Rolling his eyes, knowing Scott wasn’t watching, Isaac gripped his shoulder and pulled him back down.
“No it’s not. What’s embarrassing is a guy asking if you like to snowball and you saying sure without knowing what it is . . .” Isaac tried explaining with a smile, “All I’m saying is, you have me for a while, you can explore . . . find out what you like? Or, just try something you know you will like?”
“What do you want to do?” Scott asked and Isaac smiled, having seen this diversionary tactic from scores of guys.
“I want to make you happy. Any ideas?” Isaac waited patiently, not wanting to push any more than he had.
“I like kissing you.” Scott finally offered, and Isaac purred.
“I like kissing you too, your lips are gorgeous.” He pushed forward and kissed Scott deeply. Sensing he needed to give the other boy some time he let the kiss go on, first rolling on top of Scott and trailing kisses up his neck, then rolling them both back so Scott could pin him down and do the same. He’d never admit it to a John but Isaac had a really sensitive neck and he normally steered guys away from there, but with Scott he let him go at him, not feigning any of the moaning the other boy’s lips and tongue drew from him.
As the song changed from one to the other Isaac knew he was wasting his client’s time and rolled them back on their sides, slowing the kisses until they were delicate and soft and he could pull back a little. “So, what do you want to do, Scott?”
The boy in his arms groaned and rested his head on Isaac’s shoulder. “Can’t we just do that?”
“Course we can,” Isaac replied, “But then your dear friends will have forked out for a guy for you and you’ll have kept it at PG-13.”
Scott looked back into Isaac’s eyes, incredulous, “What kind of PG-13 movies have you been watching?!” Isaac genuinely laughed, mouth splitting into a wide smile that he rarely showed anyone, let alone a client. It felt good to let himself go, even for just a second.
“Point taken, all I’m saying is, you could have a lot more Scott, whatever you want.”
Scott nodded thoughtful, though still with a slight smile, then he blinked. “Hey, what is snowballing?”
Isaac pulled his grin back to his filthy smile, “It’s where you cum in someone’s mouth and they kiss it back into yours. Some people call it cum play.” Scott’s jaw dropped open and he stared for a couple of moments before lightly slapping Isaac’s chest.
“You’re shitting me!?” He asked, laughing.
“Nope. It’s genuinely a thing.”
Scott’s eyes were wide and innocent, “Have you ever done it?!” Isaac tried not to react and answered.
“Sure, some guys like that sort of thing, you just have to know if it’s something you want to try. Do you?”
“God! No!”
“Well, let’s get back to the whole kissing thing.” Isaac wiggled his eyebrows and Scott smiled, lips joining again. Isaac switched to autopilot and quickly processed Scott’s question. He hadn’t meant anything by it, he’d have asked anyone that. Isaac mentally nodded. If there was one thing he hated with clients is them asking him about other tricks and Johns. It was generally considered rude in escorting circles, and Isaac found the guys that liked to talk about how Isaac had been used by other men tended to be creeps anyway. But Scott doesn’t know anything about that sort of thing, he didn’t even know he was meeting you. Isaac pulled himself together and returned his attention to Scott.
Pulling away from their kiss he tried again, “Had any thoughts?”
Scott boldly met his eyes, no doubt expecting the question. “I want to suck you off.” He said, determinedly and Isaac nodded at him, in no way surprised – it was something Isaac had done already and Stiles had mentioned the blow-job obsession already.
“Sure thing dude,” Isaac bucked his hips a little, pushing into Scott. “Want to make me cum? I’ll be able to go again before I have to go . . .?”
“Ermmm . . . yeah?” Scott sounded less sure of himself.
“Cool, you don’t have to swallow or anything and I’ll let you know when I’m close so you can finish me off by hand if you want.” He tried to be reassuring but he wasn’t sure how successful he was.
Scott took a deep breath and nodded before scooting down the bed. He gracelessly moved to kneel between Isaac’s legs and Scott worried at his lip as his hands hovered over the Isaac’s jockstrap. Eventually, he used both hands to pull the underwear down and then just stared at Isaac’s cock. Isaac let him, knowing that realistically, this was probably the first time Scott had ever been able to study an erection in real life, not on a screen.
After a few seconds, he released a breath Isaac had watched him hold and reached a trembling hand to the shaft. Isaac took pity on him and placed his warm, dry hand over Scott’s. “You’re doing great. Try just licking the top.” He suggested and Scott nodded, concentration etched in his features. It was so adorable Isaac wanted to laugh, but he resisted, well aware of the effect it would have on his nervous client.
Scott’s tongue came out of his mouth as he lowered his head and he slowly licked one swipe across the head of Isaac’s cock. Isaac blew a long low breath out of his mouth and smiled wryly at Scott when he looked up, worried. At Isaac’s nod he did it again, this time swirling his tongue around the head. Isaac responded by writhing a little and giving a small moan, despite the relatively tame sensation it caused. The look on Scott’s face though, as he tried to act like he’d clearly seen in porn films was too cute.
He was moaning and ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ to the point where Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle. Scott instantly stopped and looked up worried. “What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong?” He sounded so desperate and Isaac had to smile.
“No, but, this isn’t porn Scott, you don’t have to make all that noise, just . . . do what feels comfortable, fair enough moan if you feel it, but . . . yeah.” Isaac reached down and stroked Scott’s cheek affectionately.
The other boy nodded and returned his attention to Isaac’s cock. Rather and lick and kiss it all over, he just clamped his mouth over the head and sucked, hard. Isaac gave a genuine moan and stroked Scott’s hair encouragingly. His client smiled and slowly lowered his mouth down Isaac’s shaft. He stopped about halfway down and gave a little cough, pulling back up. He fluttered a glance at Isaac, eyes worried.
“It’s fine, going down takes practice. Use your hand as well.” Isaac took Scott’s hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, nodding once more. Scott went back to sucking and easily managed to get his lips to meet his fingers. Once he made that connection, he was up and down, mostly remembering to suck as he pulled up, but clearly a natural when it came to using his tongue. Knowing that time was ticking by and Scott would, and should, want to do more, Isaac ran through images in his mind, knowing what would get him off quickly.
He could feel it working, a slow build starting in his balls, though when he opened his eyes and looked at Scott who’s full lips were wrapped neatly around the head of his cock, the orgasm went from building to almost complete very quickly. “Holy shit, Scott, I’m gonna cum.” Isaac tensed his muscles, lifting his hips off the bed, desperately trying to hold back. “I’m not gonna last, Scott, Scott!” Isaac was trying to warn him in case he didn’t want Isaac to cum in his mouth, but clearly his client had other ideas.
The first wave of orgasm hit Isaac and he pushed back into the bed, Scott’s mouth following him down. He felt three long pulses shoot into the other boy’s mouth and managed to focus in time to see Scott pull off him and swallow gasping. He hadn’t moved his body far though so the next couple of lesser ropes of spunk landed directly on his lips and chin. Scott jolted surprised, and Isaac managed to grab and angle his dick away from Scott for the remainder of his spunk to land on his stomach.
“You OK?” He asked Scott immediately. The other boy nodded and wiped a hand across his mouth, trying to remove the cum from his face. “Sorry, I should have warned you, I have a heavy load when I’m really into . . . what we’re doing.” Into the guy I’m with. He managed not to say.
“Was it good then?” Scott asked nervously. Isaac nodded. While it was never going to win awards, Scott had done a good job and was clearly going to be very good at giving head, one day. Isaac saw no need to cut him down before he found his feet.
“Yeah dude, it was great. Sorry again about . . .” He couldn’t help but smile as he gestured towards Scott’s face. Scott blushed and wiped again, still missing the last determined but of spunk which stained one cheek.
“No it’s fine, I just didn’t expect you to make that much . . . stuff.” He finished lamely. Isaac tugged him back up the bed and brushed his thumb off Scott’s cheek, enjoying the blush that came to the younger boy’s face when he showed him what he’d caught. Laughing, Isaac used his tongue to lick the spunk away and Scott’s eyes widened more.
“So, you’ve given your first head, and swallowed, and got a facial all in one go – good work fella!” Isaac pushed Scott’s shoulder who rocked back a little and when he rolled forward again, he kissed Isaac, hands once more roaming up his sides and back.
“Yeah, maybe you could show me how it’s meant to be done.” Scott breathed looking straight into Isaac’s eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah . . .” Isaac smiled, kissed Scott lightly and pushed himself down the bed, staying on his side, resting against Scott’s hip. He purposefully choose a new position for Scott to see and Isaac liked it this way as it was easier for him to look up and check on whether his John was enjoying it. While some guys were incredibly vocal during blowjobs, Isaac had the feeling Scott wouldn’t be one of them. He doubted he’d get the guy to tell him even if he was hating it, let alone what he liked.
Isaac kept eye contact as he grabbed Scott’s cock, licking long, slow stripes up it. Sensing a flutter when he was near the base, Isaac leant over slightly and lapped at Scott’s balls. His client made an incredibly filthy noise and sat bolt upright, hands bunching in the bed sheets. Isaac chuckled and used his fingertips and tongue to lick and play with Scott’s balls and perenium.
“I have no idea what you are doing but it feels amazing.” Scott gasped and dropped back onto the bed, pushing down into Isaac’s touch. After a little more play, Isaac clapped his mouth around Scott’s cock, sucking and deep-throating him. Isaac knew he was good at head, he’d been doing it long enough after all, but he went all out on Scott. Trying every trick he knew he quickly had the other boy on the edge of orgasm. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck! Fuck!”
The tensing muscles gave Isaac warning and he pulled off, laying the pulsing cock along his jaw, angled up his cheek. He rubbed it, swiping his thumb over the sensitive head and looked up into Scott’s lustfilled eyes. “Come on gorgeous, cum on me.” Isaac breathed and Scott did exactly that. Spunk splattered across his face, hot srings of it landing in his hair and along his nose before pooling on his cheek. He kept stroking until he was sure the other boy was spent then rested his head on Scott’s hip.
They stayed that way for a few seconds, both catching their breath and listening to the Massive Attack song playing in the background. Still an hour left. Isaac couldn’t help but smile, happy that he still had time with this guy. “Hey Scott, you got a towel?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Scott shuffled off the bed and Isaac tried not to move too much, just letting the spunk cool on his face. It wasn’t long until Scott sat down on the bed next to him using a corner of the towel to carefully clean Isaac’s face. It was strangely intimate and Isaac found he didn’t know what to say so just lay there, letting Scott work.
Eventually the silence made him uncomfortable and he spoke, ensuring he sounded like Lucas, “So Scott, what else have you always wanted to do?” Scott groaned and turned away from him.
“Well . . . actually . . . there is something . . .” Scott rubbed a hand at the back of his next. “I don’t know if it’s a bit . . .” He seemed really nervous now and Isaac’s stomach clenched, wondering what was about to be asked of him. Scott mumbled something and Isaac had to ask him to repeat himself. “I want to shower with a guy.”
Isaac relaxed, “That is definitely something we can do.”
“It’s not too weird, or, I don’t know . . . intimate?” Scott asked, twisting round to look at his hooker.
“No definitely not weird at all, we can absolutely shower together.” Isaac smiled and moved to crawl and kneel behind Scott, wrapping his arms around the other boy and kissing his neck.
“Can you wear white briefs when we do . . . ? Scott whispered and Isaac watched another blush flash up Scott’s neck and settle on his face.
“O . . . K . . . slightly kinkier, but sure, why not?” Isaac smiled. “I’ve only got my jock, you got a pair I could borrow?” He asked in between trailing kisses along Scott’s neck and shoulder.
“Sure.” Scott bounded up off the bed and went to the drawers and pulled out a pair of white boxer briefs. Isaac walked over and took them from Scott and slipped them on.
“Where’s the shower then?” He let Scott take his hand and they padded out of the bedroom, across the empty the living room and through one of the other doors. They bathroom was clean and modern, all white tiles and chrome, with a glass-doored shower unit in the corner. Isaac let Scott turn on the water, getting the temperature right and used the time to memorise his features. The broad shoulders, tapering down into a trim and tidy waist and then possibly the most perfect ass he’d ever seen.
He couldn’t resist and had to step up behind Scott, wrapping his arms around him. Scott span and kissed him. Isaac delighted in the now almost familiar sensation and gave a little moan as Scott’s fingers threaded their way through his curls. While he would have liked nothing more than to stay there all night, he was a professional and had a job to do.
He pushed Scott back away, keeping him at arms length, knowing that although he hadn’t said anything, he’d want to watch Isaac shower. Checking behind him he stepped back into the spray, keeping it on his back. Scott licked his lips and rubbed at the back of his neck again, dropping his eyes for a moment before refocusing on Isaac’s crotch.
Carefully leaning back, Isaac let a river of water flow down his chest, saturating the material Scott was so focused on. Looking down he saw the outline of his cock emerge through the fabric. Concentrating on both the other boy’s enjoyment of the moment, and the swelling of Scott’s cock, Isaac focused on getting another erection. Unsurprisingly, what with Scott looking the way he did, he had no trouble at all getting it up again.
As the briefs became completely soaked, Isaac turned and let the water flow down his back, highlighting his ass and he looked back to check Scott was still enjoying what he saw. Confident he was Isaac turned back and beckoned the other boy too him. Within seconds they were wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing in the hot spray, enjoying each other’s bodies. Shower sex was something Isaac was quite used to, often because there were times when he had to encourage clients into in it when they weren’t as clean as he’d like them to be.
Isaac took control, spinning them around, using the shower gel to soap each other up and encouraging Scott when he needed it. Isaac had to admit, it was one of the more sexy moments he’d had recently and even enjoyed the slightly odd sensation of wearing underwear in the shower. Both boys took turns sucking at each other’s cocks, Scott doing it without removing the briefs, just pulling Isaac’s cock over the top of the waistband. Both took turns kissing and licking and sucking on necks, chests and nipples. Both enjoyed tangling their finger’s in each others hair.
Keeping the time that they had in mind, Isaac eventually asked, “Want to head back to the bedroom?” Scott nodded and turned the water off, grabbing a couple of towels and passing one to Isaac. Before drying himself off, he hooked a thumb into the waistband of his sodden briefs and caught Scott’s eye. “Want to take these off for me?” He asked.
Scott just nodded and stepped forward, tying the towel off around his waist and crouching down in front of Isaac, who lifted the towel above his head and dried off his back as Scott slowly peeled the wet fabric down his legs. Isaac stepped out of them, rocking forward as he did, letting his erection brush against Scott’s face as he did. Catching it in his mouth, Scott sucked on his cock while Isaac dried off his arms and chest.
“Come on,” he said, nodding back to the door, leading Scott by the hand back through to the bedroom. “So . . . a dance, blow-jobs and a shower, what next handsome?” Isaac leered at Scott, forcibly maintaining a professional distance between them, though it almost broke as the deepest blush he’d seen flushed across Scott’s face and chest.
“Right. Well. I suppose there’s only one thing, really.” Scott mumbled and sat on the bed, not looking at Isaac.
“Sex right?” Isaac asked, sitting next to him, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Yeah . . .” Scott nodded but resisted being pulled back on to the bed, instead, keeping Isaac up next to him. “Thing is . . . I’ve kinda had sex before, with . . . a girl,” Isaac caught the hesitation and had the distinct impression Scott had been about to say her name, but had chickened out. “And, like, I know it’s gonna be different with a guy, but, well, there’s a thing I’ve never done, and I was thinking, I mean, I don’t know if you’d want to, but if you did . . .” Scott just trailed of, closed his eyes and looked away.
Isaac raised a hand and gently pulled Scott’s head back to face him. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked quietly and, without opening his eyes, Scott nodded. Taking a deep breath, Isaac pulled Scott back up the bed with a soft, “come here.” They ended up back at the pillows, kissing chastely and bodies pressed together. “Scott. I’m not saying no, coz you’re in charge but, but, full on guy guy sex isn’t something you can just, do. I’m not small and it could hurt, a lot.”
“I know, I know,” Scott interrupted, “I’ve done stuff to myself.” He whispered, hugging into Isaac and pressing his head into his chest.
“Fingering?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“How many fingers?” Isaac asked kindly, trying not to freak the other boy out.
“Normally two, sometimes I’ve managed three.”
“OK Scott, look, why don’t we give it a go, see how we go, but if you want to stop you just say ‘stop’ OK?” Isaac said and Scott nodded against his chest, nervous obvious even though Isaac couldn’t see his face. “You have lube?” He asked. Scott nodded again and rolled off him to hunt under the bed for lubricant. Isaac took the opportunity to reach into his jeans pockets for the condoms he kept there, much more trusting of his own than anything someone else had.
The momentary pause also allowed him to listen to the music and recognising Beth Hirsch realised he had a decision to make. Looking back to Scott, so nervous, so hopeful, so insecure he knew he had no real choice. Smiling he took the bottle and snuggled back up into Scott, kissing him, lying him down and doing his best to soothe his client’s nerves.
Isaac pulled himself up on one elbow, freeing one hand and continuing to kiss Scott as he pumped some lube onto his fingers. He could see Scott was too anxious to be distracted so Isaac sat back a little and let the other boy watch as Isaac rubbed the wet liquid over his index and middle fingers and brought them down between Scott’s legs. As he lost sight of them, Scott’s nervous eyes latched on to Isaac’s and he made a small needy sound. Isaac’s resolve took another hit as he leant forward and kissed Scott, noticing the tremble in lips.
Scott’s hands flew up behind Isaac’s head as he ghosted one slick finger over his client’s hole. He rubbed delicately and gently pushed his finger inside the other boy. Scott’s eyelids fluttered and his mouthed opened in pleasure. He pushed further in and Scott ground down into him, moaning. While removing his hand and lubing up his fingers again, spreading the slick liquid liberally, the MP3 player stopped and Scott blinked, uncertain. Isaac just carried on as if nothing happened, but Scott looked over at the music system. “Erm, Lucas, your music’s stopped?”
“Uh-huh.” Isaac kissed Scott and lined up his fingers again, rubbing them in a circle against the other boy’s tight hole.
“Do you want to, oh GOD, do you need to, mmmmmm, put it on again?”
“No, we’re good, it was . . . don’t worry about it . . .” He kissed Scott, but let the boy focus on relaxing as Isaac pressed his finger back inside. Isaac knew that Scott’s two hours were up and while he wasn’t one of those escorts who watched the clock and stopped exactly when the time ran out, this was different, they’d be going well over time. Isaac tried to pretend it was professional courtesy, that he was being a good escort, but knew, deep down, it was because he wanted to. Suddenly he realised that this meeting had changed from a job into something else. He wasn’t used to working without music and it somehow made it all so much more intense.
Sensing Scott could take it, Isaac lined up his other finger and pushed it straight in. Letting go of the other boy, letting him lie back down, Isaac used both fingers to slowly work at Scott’s hole, slicking him up and getting him ready. When he felt Scott was ready, he added his third finger, stopping at the knuckle, letting the other boy get used to the feel.
Watching him closely, Isaac saw Scott take some slow, unsteady breaths before nodding and pushing down on Isaac’s hand, fucking himself on the hooker’s fingers. Isaac worked at Scott for a while longer, suddenly finding himself nervous as well, for some reason needing this to go well.
“How did you want to do this?” Isaac asked, surprised at the hitch in his voice.
“Dude, I have no idea, I had no idea this was happening, it’s not like I’d thought about it . . .” Scott managed a quick chuckle before clenching a little around Isaac’s fingers.
“Well . . . the best way for your first time would be you on top, you can control it better . . . so, if you want . . .” Isaac told him and Scott nodded. Rearranging themselves on the bed, Isaac expertly rolled a condom down over his cock before covering it in a load of lube. Scott looked down at Isaac’s dick nervously before he straddled the taller boy and tried to line up his hole in order to let Isaac slide inside him. It took a few moments, and whereas normally at this point Isaac would be moaning and grunting and trying to show how hot he found his client, he found he just couldn’t do it.
With both of them concentrating, and adjusting, they figured it out and Scott slowly began to lower himself onto Isaac’s cock. Their hands found each other and Isaac laced their fingers together, squeezing, trying to reassure Scott he was doing well. Inch by inch, Scott slid down until he completely taken Isaac deep inside him. “Oh my God, you’re so hot.” Isaac knew he didn’t mean attractive, he meant heat hot, but couldn’t respond; he just moaned.
Scott settled there for a moment, leaning forward to kiss Isaac before lifting himself up slightly and pushing down again. Isaac managed to restrain himself from pushing, or thrusting, or doing anything that might hurt the other boy, he just let himself be used as Scott’s movements got bigger and bigger. They were both moaning and staring into each other’s eyes as Scott started really going for it, building up a good speed.
Caving into to his own desires Isaac rolled his hips, expertly matching Scott’s rhythm causing the other boy to gasp and his eyes to widen. “Is that OK?” Isaac asked, for the first time sounding exactly like how he sounded when he wasn’t working, exactly like Isaac. Scott bit his lips and nodded, getting used to Isaac’s movements.
They kept up their pace for a while longer until it was clear Scott was nearing an orgasm and Isaac let his barriers down, revelling in this one true moment of connection. His own orgasm built quickly and he extracted one hand to grip at Scott’s bobbing cock. It needed only the barest of touches before he was crying out loudly in pleasure and clamping down on Isaac’s dick, pushing the taller boy over the edge too. They came together, loudly and incomprehensively crying out before Scott collapsed on top of Isaac, chests mashed together, hot cum spreading over both of them.
Isaac slowly wrapped his arms around Scott and kissed the top of his head. His client sighed deeply and snuggled down, sounding completely content. “How you doing?” Isaac asked smiling.
“Mmmmhmmmm . . .” Scott nodded into his chest and kissed his shoulder. “That was great.” They stayed that way for a few silent minutes, Isaac doing his best not to think, to try and pretend this wasn’t a job. With a sigh he failed and Scott lifted up off him, a small worried frown marring his beauty. “So, what happens now?”
“Well,” Isaac started kindly, “now, I get up and go. It’s been fun Scott, you’re a great guy.” Which wasn’t a lie, he’d honestly liked the gorgeous boy in his arms.
“Oh.” Scott’s face crumpled a little and he looked crushingly sad. “Yeah. Sorry. I was just hoping . . . I mean . . . No. It’s fine, sorry.” Scott clearly wanted Isaac to stay but Stiles and Derek had only paid him for the two hours, which had been up some time ago. “Can I at least drive you home? Or would you like me to just call you a cab?”
“No Scott it’s fine honestly.”
“Oh . . . are you . . . ? I mean . . . do you have another. . . ?” Scott looked away and Isaac sighed and rolled his eyes a little.
“Scott. This has been fun, but it is what it is . . . your friends wanted you to have some fun with a guy and get over yourself, but that’s all it was.”
“I know, I do, but . . . well . . . it’s late and I’d just worry you wouldn’t get home safe.” Scott shrugged and Isaac blinked, confused. Can this guy be for real? “It’s late and cold Lucas, I can drive you anywhere you want, I just . . .” He looked back at Isaac, so open and honest.
“OK.” He said quietly.
“OK?”
“OK, I can stay, sleep here if that’s what you want.”
“Are you sure?” Scott’s smile lit up the room and he looked so happy Isaac couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, you’re right, it’s late and I was just going to head home anyway, so why not?” Scott snuggled down into Isaac’s arms, content and happy.
“Thank you.” His voice broke a little and Isaac swivelled his head trying to catch the other boy’s eyes.
“What?”
“Ermmm . . . I don’t have, I mean, I can’t pay-“
“No, don’t. It’s fine. Let’s forget about all that, just sleep. Oh, actually, two seconds…” Isaac extracted himself from Scott’s arms and went to his jeans, fishing out his phone. He quickly unlocked it and brought up Erica’s details. She picked up after only a couple of rings.
“Hey sweetie, you need picking up?” Her voice was quiet but Isaac still shifted his phone from one ear to the other and moved a little further from Scott.
“No, I’m good, this turned into an overnight so I’ll not be home til tomorrow morning.”
“Ohhhh, lucky you, I could do with an overnight, I found the most darling shoes today.”
“Er, yeah, well, yeah. You need me tomorrow?”
“Got a new guy at noon, but it’s Saturday tomorrow right? You’ll be at your regular’s?” She sounded confused and Isaac shook his head, God how’d I manage to forget that.
“Yeah, of course, sorry, I’ll be in well before noon anyway.”
“OK, sweetie, text me when you get up I’ll come get you . . . enjoy.” She hung up with a throaty chuckle.
He turned his phone off and turned back to Scott who was slipping on a fresh pair of briefs and Isaac noticed another pair near him. “Thanks,” he mumbled, pulling them on. Those short seconds talking to Erica had thrown him a little and he wasn’t sure what he was doing, Isaac or Lucas?
“Are you OK?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, that was just my flatmate, she worries if I don’t come back, obviously.”
“Oh, OK, I thought . . . maybe it was . . . I mean, I don’t.” Scott was blushing and frowning, no doubt trying to think of a way out of what he was saying.
“She’s just a friend, plus I am actually gay, so, yeah.” Isaac smiled at him and crawled up onto the bed, letting Scott pull back the sheets and cover them as they climbed into bed together. They settled into each other’s arms and Isaac sighed, allowing himself to feel content as Scott flicked a switch, dropping them into darkness.
After a few comfortable minutes, Scott cleared his throat a little and spoke nervously, “So, what’s she like, your flat mate?”
“She’s nice, a bit . . . well . . . she’s an escort too and she can be a bit full on, but yeah, when it’s just me and her, nice.”
“What’s her name?”
“-“ Isaac had to stop himself saying ‘Erica’, “Holly, she’s called Holly.”
“Nice name.”
They lapsed into silence again and Scott shuffled uncomfortably , “That’s not really wanted to ask was it?” Isaac said quietly.
“No. I mean, I was curious, but . . . well, do you have a . . . I mean, are you . . .”
“Seeing someone? Like a boyfriend?” Isaac smiled ruefully as Scott nodded into his chest. “No. I did date a guy a couple of years back, but he couldn’t really cope with the day job, so I’ve made a deal with myself not to bother dating while I’m doing this, it’s just not fair.”
“What if you met someone who could deal with it?” Scott asked in a quiet voice. Isaac paused. Scott wasn’t exactly subtle and Isaac knew exactly what he meant. Allowing himself a few seconds of fantasy he switched his mind back to the real world and answered as clearly as he could, without crushing the other boy.
“No Scott. I mean it wouldn’t be fair on me. When I date, or become someone’s boyfriend, I want to only be their boyfriend. I don’t want to have to work in real dates between meeting business men in hotels, or hot college students after their first time.” He hugged Scott a little tighter. “Do you see where I’m coming from?”
“Yeah . . . I guess.”
“Let’s just sleep Scott, I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit, well, post-sex-floopy.”
“Floopy?!” Scott lifted himself up and looked into the eyes of the taller boy, dimly lit by the moon and streetlamps through the thin curtains.
“Yeah! It’s a technical hooker term.” Isaac smiled and pushed Scott back a little, onto his back. Laughing they kissed and Isaac found himself never wanting the kiss to end. Scott rolled him back a little and broke off, smiling warmly at Isaac.
“Well, yeah, I guess I’m floopy too.” He grinned wider and Isaac chuckled. “We should sleep though. And . . . as much as the whole, everything, has been amazing, I’ve always wanted to sleep and actually sleep with a guy.” Scott looked down bashfully. “Dumb huh.”
“No,” Isaac reassured him. “Not at all. I think it’s romantic.” Oh God, I actually do. “It’s cute.”
“Great, cute, just what I was hoping for.” Scott grumbled and Isaac kissed him again.
“Come on, let’s sleep.” He hugged the other boy into him and they snuggled down into the mattress, getting comfy.
“Night, Lucas.” Scott murmured.
Isaac. He desperately wanted to say, but knew that would lead to more conversations and more . . . just more. “Night Scott.”
With a deep and satisfied sigh, Scott closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, leaving Isaac alone to think about the boy in his arms.
* * *
Isaac woke early the next morning, eyes snapping open and darting about taking in his surroundings. It took him a couple of seconds to remember where he was, but, looking down at the drooling boy in his arms, it all flooded back. What was I thinking? He lay there for a short while considering his options. The most obvious was to get his things together and leave. Just as he made up his mind to go, Scott stirred in his arms and Isaac’s resolve crumbled.
He knew that this is what Scott wanted, to wake up in the arms of a boy he’d fallen asleep with. Knowing that, Isaac settled back, arguing that he didn’t actually have anything to do until noon anyway and the bed was comfy. He snorted, recognising both as blatant excuses to stay close to Scott for just a little longer.
He must have dropped off again though as the next thing he knew Scott was mumbling a morning greeting, wiping at the side of his mouth. His hair was a complete mess and eyes were crusted with sleep, but Isaac couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, finding the other boy to be utterly adorable. “Morning, did you sleep well.”
“Mmmmmhmmm… you?” Scott stretched and made a ridiculous noise somewhere between a growl and moan.
“Yeah, great.” Isaac replied honestly. Just then they both heard the door open and close and Stiles’ voice ring out.
“Scotty? Are you there? I brought coffee? How’d your night go? I want all the details, like ALL, that guy was seriously hot!” Scott looked at Isaac sheepishly, uncertain how to respond.
“Go, I’ll be out in a minute.” Isaac whispered and pushed the other boy off him and they both quietly started finding their clothes.
“Errrr… I’m here, I’ll be out in a second?” Scott called back and after slipping on some sweats, and using it himself, he offered Isaac some deodorant. He took it and gathered up his things, switching his phone back on and waiting for messages. “I’ll just . . . do you want me to try and get rid of him?” Scott whispered, frowning slightly.
“No, it’s fine, I’ll just check this,” Isaac waved his phone, “I’m actually looking forward to seeing his face when I walk out of here.” Scott chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand. Isaac stood and walked over. Ignoring their morning breath, he kissed he other boy, lips warm and welcoming. Scott inhaled deeply at their kiss and wrapped his arms around the taller boy.
“SCOTT?! Why is there a pair of wet underwear on the bathroom floor?” Stiles yelled.
“Ohmygod!” Scott garbled and throwing on a grey hoodie bolted out of the room. Isaac chuckled and looked though his alerts: a text from Erica asking if he wanted picked up, he quickly tapped a reply saying yes and sent the address; a missed call from an unknown number, hopefully whoever they were would phone back; and three new messages from the site he advertised from. Nodding to himself, he left them unread and headed out to the living room.
Scott was whispering furiously to Stiles, gesticulating wildly as the other boy just stood mouth agape. On spotting Isaac, Stiles grabbed Scott’s arm and span him so they were both facing the taller boy. “Hey Stiles,” Isaac’s head was tilted and his smile was absolutely filthy.
“Errrr, hi.” Stiles waved again and looked between the hooker and his friend. “So . . . you’re still here.” He said pointlessly.
“Yeah,” Isaac wiggled his eyebrows and rocked a little, laughing as Stiles’ eyes flicked to his crotch. He turned to Scott who was beetroot red, “Holly’s on her way, she won’t be long. This coffee?” He strolled to the kitchen counter stretching his arms over his head, knowing that his ass would be on show and hoping the boys would be watching. Leaning over the counter he felt the waist of the jeans drop slightly. Looking back round he saw both Stiles and Scott staring at his ass, both with decidedly obvious bulges forming in their pants. “Boys,” neither moved. “Boys!” He smiled as their eyes snapped up to meet his, smirking, he looked round at his own ass, and noticing that his jeans had dropped lower than he expected, he hitched them higher and buckled his belt tighter. “Which can I have?”
“Have mine.” Scott murmured and Isaac span the cups, leaving the one that said ‘Stiles’ and opening the other, smelling the sweet scent of a caramel mocha. Nodding in approval, he took a sip and turned back to the blushing teenagers.
“So . . . what are your plans for the day?” He asked and the boys stumbled over themselves to answer. Enjoying the effect he was having, Isaac stretched again, baring his stomach which caused Stiles’ sentence to collapse into random words and Scott to groan, covering his eyes. Isaac just laughed.
After that, he kept any overt flirting to a minimum but did take secret delight in the looks Stiles was passing between them all, clearly desperate to ask a stream of questions. Well before the coffee ran out Erica texted to say she was outside. Isaac felt a little clench in his stomach but stamped down on any emotion there, hard. This is the end of a fun job with a hot John, nothing more.
“OK Scott, that’s my lift. Thanks for a great night.” He walked slowly to the other boy who was standing still, head down, though his eyes did keep darting to Stiles. “Come ‘ere.” He whispered and pulled Scott into a hug, lips touching, then tongues. Their kiss probably went on longer than strictly necessary and Isaac had to adjust himself as he pulled away, something that Stiles definitely did not miss. Just as he was about to turn and go, Isaac span back and hugged Scott tight and whispered in his ear, “Scott, thanks, seriously.”
Not meeting the other boy’s eyes he winked flirtily at Stiles and walked out of the apartment. Once more he ignored the elevator, this time using the walk to box away any burgeoning feelings he was having for the other boy. Come on, come on, come on. Isaac berated himself, he knew better than to think about John’s in any other way than a job, but . . . but . . . fuck. Shaking his head, Isaac knew it would take more than a quick walk down some stairs to clear Scott from his head.
Pushing open the front door he spotted Erica in her car instantly. Waving he resolved to keep this meeting to himself and strolled out into the hot morning sun.