Garrett shivered, reaching down to touch himself again.
“Oh God. Yeah. I’d like that,” he said. Massive understatement; the thought had him hard again, just imagining it.
“I’d like it too,” Justin replied, a breathy note creeping into his voice. “I’d like to take you, in just that shirt, hanging open, and push you down your hallway, into the bedroom, and bind you to the bed. Kiss you hard, taste your mouth until you’re out of breath, and then, when you give me that When Work Is a Pleasure |
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puppy-dog look for pulling away, slide a blindfold over your eyes. You wouldn’t know where I was going to touch you next, and you’d be nervous at first, jumping every time I moved my hands on your body. But eventually you’d relax, as you got more turned on, trusting me. And then you’d let go, and I’d take you so high….”
Garrett wasn’t even pretending not to breathe into the phone, panting as he jerked off to the sound of Justin’s voice, to the images he was painting of the two of them.
“You make me so hot, Gar. I think about you when I’m fucking someone at work. Did you know that?”
Garrett groaned. “Do you really?”
“Yeah, I do. You’re better than porn, and man, I can tell you, after tonight, I’m going to be thinking about this when I’m working, about you, all tied up and at my mercy. Cock hard and aching, you twisting around and writhing as I touch you and suck you. Losing control, giving it over to me, letting me do this to you and just
feeling
it. Can you feel it, Garrett?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” Garrett gasped, both hands wrapping around his dick, seeing that image in his mind. “I want to, to give that to you. To be that free.”
“You can,” Justin assured him. “You can with me. I want you like that, all needy and helpless and abandoned.
Do it for me now, okay? I wanna hear you. Be loud for me, like I know you are when no one is there. I want to hear you jerk off for me, with me. I want to hear your noises as you come all over yourself.”
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phone that let him know Justin was jerking off, getting off on the same image, wanting it. Wanting him. Justin wanted him. “Oh fuck,” he said, his hands stripping his erection in hard jerks, nearing the crest, so close.
“You ready?” Justin panted.
“Yeah. Can’t wait, come on, now. Come with me,”
Garrett demanded, wanting that connection, his eyes squeezing closed as he worked toward orgasm.
“Oh yessssss,” Justin hissed. He made a few guttural noises, and that was it for Garrett too.
He came hard, fluid covering his hand and belly, spattering all the way up to his chest. Garrett’s entire body felt like it had convulsed, every muscle clenching with the force of his orgasm, so intense he literally felt like his brain had seized up for a moment. By the time he could breathe again and remembered that he was still on the phone with Justin, Justin was quietly chuckling.
“You still there?”
“Fuck. That was…. Fuck,” Garrett said with feeling.
“Agreed. I’m really looking forward to seeing you,” Justin said. He paused a moment and added, “I mean, not that we have to have sex, of course. But I wouldn’t say no, either.”
“Yeah. I’d really, really like to fuck you.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Justin laughed. “God, I’m covered in spunk,” he grumbled.
“Me too. Talk to you later?” They made plans to connect in a few days with flight details and plans for Justin’s visit.
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once again to just see what would happen with Justin, to just sit back and let it happen.
GARRETT essentially floated through the following days, back to his usual bouncy happy self, more or less able to focus at work. Which was good because Ellen was looking cranky, and deadlines were looming like dark clouds, and it looked like there was going to be a storm pretty soon unless
some
people managed to pull miracles out of their asses.
Justin arrived on a red-eye early Saturday morning, looking haggard and grumpy and somehow still gorgeous. It was horribly unfair, but he was going to be sleeping in Garrett’s bed so maybe it was all right. Garrett fed him and tucked him into bed for a nap while he finished cleaning the apartment, which he’d accidentally run out of time to do before leaving to meet Justin’s airplane.
A few hours later, Justin wandered out in his briefs, yawning and scratching his belly and Garrett tried not to drool. Not very hard, but still. He made the effort.
“Coffee?” Justin asked hopefully.
“A full pot, just for you,” Garrett said with a smile. “After you’ve had a shower, maybe we can go out and grab some dinner? Or did you want to stay in?”
Justin made quiet happy noises as he poured himself a cup of caffeine, drank most of it, and refilled. He came over to lean next to Garrett against the kitchen counter, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him on the cheek.
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“Hmm…. I want to stay in and ravage you, but my stomach is growling. I might bite a little harder than is appropriate,” he said with a smile. “So, out. What are my choices?”
“Well, anything really. Good places that aren’t horrible dives? There’s Indian, Thai, swanky Asian-fusion, and of course burgers, taquerias, and diners.”
“How about Thai? I could go for a good Phad See-Ew.”
Garrett tried not to grin. “That’s one of my favorite dishes too. This place also makes an awesome red duck curry, if you like a little spice.”
Licking his lips, Justin smirked. “I love a bit of spice.”
He moved to brace his arms around Garrett’s shoulders. “I even brought cuffs and a blindfold, if you wanted to try that in reality.”
Garrett shivered. “I’d be up for it.”
Justin pressed in close, bringing their groins together.
“You’re up for it now, aren’t you?”
Flushing, Garrett wrapped his arms around Justin and grabbed his ass. “I think we should have an appetizer now and the main entrée later. What do you think of that plan?”
Justin grinned. “Sounds good to me. And then you can shower with me before we go out. I like to clean up the things I get dirty.”
With a moan, Garrett surged forward, pushing Justin away so he could drag them both into the bedroom. He pushed Justin down onto the bed, falling on top of him as he brought their mouths together. He wanted to devour Justin, suck out his soul, taste and lick everything, inside and out.
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He was needy and aroused and he didn’t care if Justin knew how out of control he was or that he wasn’t going to last very long. Garrett wanted this and wanted it motherfucking
now
.
“Want you, Jus. Want you so much. Can I fuck you?”
Garrett groaned.
Justin wiggled and pulled away a little. His hands kneaded Garrett’s back and ass, under his shirt and down his jeans. His lips were red and his face was flushed and he was hard, so hard, his cock pressing against Garrett’s.
Which is why Garrett wasn’t sure he heard right when Justin said, “No. Not yet.”
Wait. What?
“Wait. What?” Garrett asked, rolling to his side, off of Justin.
“No fucking yet. You wanted to take things slow,” Justin reminded him.
“Oh, fuck you. I finally want to have sex, and you’re holding me to something I said weeks ago?”
Justin gave him a grin that was unadulterated evil.
“Yes. You wanted to wait, and I think we should. But we can still do other things.”
Garrett blinked. “But. But you brought
cuffs
.”
Laughing, Justin pulled Garrett close, patting him on the shoulder in a condescending fashion. “There, there.
Breathe, Garrett. We’re going to get off, go to dinner, eat some food. I’m going to do my best to tease you relentlessly, and you’re going to get all flustered and adorable and aroused. And then we’re going to come back here and make out some more.”
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“But no fucking?” Garrett asked, still unable to make sense of this.
“No fucking.”
“But. I want—” he tried.
“I don’t want to yet,” Justin said, all humor gone from his expression. “I want to wait. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah. I mean,” Garrett sighed, “I mean, yes. Of course.
I’m not trying to be a dick. I’m just confused. And honestly, I’m having a hard time thinking, I’m so fucking horny. I’m sorry if I was assuming anything.”
Kissing him lightly, Justin started to tug at Garrett’s shirt, pulling it off. “It’s okay. While I was at home in L.A., I thought about what you said last time, and I want to take it slow too. I really like you. I want it to be right.”
“And the cuffs?” he asked, letting Justin help him off with the rest of his clothes.
Justin grinned again. “We can do a lot of things that aren’t fucking. For example,” he said, rolling Garrett onto his back, “I haven’t sucked your cock yet.” He winked and then slid down, trailing the tip of his tongue down Garrett’s happy trail.
“Oh God. Okay. I like that,” Garrett babbled as he watched Justin’s tongue tease the end of his cock, licking off the moisture there.
“Thought you might.” The slight vibrations of Justin’s chuckle made Garrett moan again.
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changed, hear the sweet sounds of him moaning and slurping and
not
come like a fucking rocket.
Justin pinched his thigh lightly, making Garrett open his eyes as he panted for breath. “You should be watching,”
he murmured, lapping up the come trickling out of Garrett’s still-hard dick.
“You’re going to kill me,” Garrett groaned.
Sliding up Garrett’s body, dragging his cock against Garrett’s thigh and stomach, Justin kissed him. “It’s kind of mutual.”
They kissed for a couple of minutes, slowly, with a newfound element of sweetness that made Garrett feel achy inside. Justin started thrusting against him, rubbing against Garrett’s overly sensitive flesh, breaths coming faster and faster. Garrett nudged him back, working a hand between them until he could wrap it around Justin’s cock.
“Fuck, your
hands
,” he gasped, thrusting into Garrett’s grip, hard. A few jerky movements later and he stiffened, his hot come soaking Garrett’s hand and both of their bellies. A breath later, Justin fell forward, bringing their lips together in a lazy kiss as they both relaxed.
“So. Dinner?” Justin asked, an indeterminate time later.
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other got them aroused but not needy, and besides, it was kind of fun to wait.
Standing next to each other, soaping up, Garrett noticed how smooth Justin’s body was compared to his. “Oh my God, you probably think I’m all hairy and gross,” he blurted.
Justin laughed and reached over to run his fingers through Garrett’s treasure trail and pubes. “I like men, idiot.
Hair and all. Do you think I’d wax my balls just for the fun of it?”
“Huh. Well, but it’s kind of nice, though. I mean, I trim, but….”
“You’re not exactly a bear. There’re what, five hairs on your nipples?” Justin teased. “For me, it’s just a part of the whole job, like the manicures and pedicures and weekly facials and exfoliating scrubs for my ass so it doesn’t get zits.
I feel like a fucking princess, I spend so much damn time on maintenance.”
“Damn, I had no idea.” Garrett turned off the water and handed Justin a towel, examining his body in a new way. “I wonder what you look like without all that,” he said without thinking.
“I frighten children.”
Garrett shoved him. “You could probably be a model, for fuck’s sake.”
Justin shrugged. “I was, for a while. It’s boring as hell.
When the gym I was going to offered me a job, I took them up on it. Given how infrequent the modeling gigs were, the gym turned out to actually be better pay.”
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Garrett wanted to ask if Justin would give up the porn films, too, if he was offered something better but felt like it might be stepping over a line. It wasn’t his place to ask, and he didn’t want to seem pushy. Justin already had plans to stop in a couple of years to go back to school, and he was relocating to San Francisco for Hawk. It was obviously a serious commitment to him.
And it
was
kind of nice to know that he was capable of making decisions and being responsible. Usually the guys Garrett dated were serious flakes. How weird was it that the porn star was less of a flake than the English teacher?
Dinner was good, of course. The Thai Palace was one of Garrett’s favorite restaurants, nice without being expensive, and the best Thai food in the area. The staff knew him—he ate there so regularly—and greeted him like a long-lost cousin. The hostess gave Justin a probing look and leaned down to whisper to Garrett as she seated them. “This one better than the last boy you bring. Keep this boy,” she advised.
Garrett couldn’t help smiling and nodding in response.
“I’ll try. Thank you, Sumalee.”
Giving him a questioning look, Justin opened his menu.
“Well?”
“Nothing. She likes you,” he added when Justin kicked his foot, demanding. Justin rolled his eyes but didn’t probe, and they got down to the serious business of ordering enough food to satisfy two active young men. They both liked it spicy, so they got everything to share and had a great meal, talking and laughing and eating until they realized the restaurant was growing quiet because it was getting late.