speechless. Even if that was true, how could Nicholas admit to it just like that, without the least sign of shame?
Though… well. That Nicholas was so calm and matter-of-fact about liking Ghost Matter, that he refused to feel self-conscious or embarrassed over his horrible taste in music — in a weird way, that was actually damn impressive.
“Cool,” said Pat, lamely.
Nicholas gave him a thin, bland smile. It was hardly more than a slight curve of the lips, but it was unmistakably a smile even so. Pat felt ridiculously proud of himself.
High time to get with the program.
“So then!” Pat said brightly, grinning and bouncing on his toes a little. “What can I do for you tonight?” Serving heart or no, it was easy to show enthusiasm when serving the customer meant Pat got to sleep with a guy he would never have been able to pull in a million years, left to his own seductive devices.
Nicholas stripped off his shirt without fanfare, just like last time. This time, though, Pat was considerably better prepared, and didn’t waste time gaping before following suit. Neither did he hesitate when Nicholas turned and went through into the bedroom attached to the lab, where he proceeded to kick off his sneakers, drop his pants and sit on the bed in his boxers.
If Pat had suspected his fevered imagination had exaggerated Nicholas’ physique since the last time he’d been in a position to fully appreciate it… no. No, it hadn’t.
Pat fumbled a little as he hurried to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs along with his underwear. He could have made a bit of a show of it, he supposed, but the idea occurred to him too late, and then he couldn’t think of a way to make taking off his socks sexy.
“I’d like you to suck my cock, please,” Nicholas said evenly.
Oh, Pat thought. Yeah, of course he’d be back to that. Pat should have been expecting it, really.
And the thing was. Sure, in a perfect world, Pat would have preferred not to be impersonating a hooker while giving his first blowjob. That was bound to set the bar pretty high, right? But really, a luxurious suite in a mansion, with a stone-cold sober dude willing to pay thousands of thalers for Pat’s company… this was a lot closer to being a perfect world than a dim-lit, sticky and somewhat smelly bathroom in a frat house, with a handful of sticky and somewhat smelly frat guys. All in all Pat should probably be glad that everyone involved on the latter occasion had been so drunk they’d been forced to abandon the attempt due to lack of basic motor skills.
Plus, if you counted porn, Pat could actually claim heaps of experience. He bet watching porn counted as research for hookers. And how hard could it be, anyway?
“Sure thing.” Pat gave Nicholas a rakish grin. He’d been doing a lot of research lately; he’d be fine. “I can do that, no prob.”
“Thank you.” It came out flat, nearly without inflection. Nicholas’s expression was seriously odd, and it took Pat a moment to realize that the dude’s wide-eyed stare and prim little grin were his best attempt at an appealing smile.
Abruptly, Pat realized he was trying hard to be polite about asking for a blowjob. It was kind of absurd, but weirdly endearing at the same time. Sure, Nicholas’s stab at an apologetic smile looked more scary than anything, but Pat gave him full points for the ability to learn from his mistakes. He’d come a long way from ‘suck my dick, you little slut’.
Nicholas lost the boxers and arranged himself comfortably on the bed, hands behind his head. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was gorgeous, and Pat’s momentary uncertainty drowned in a surge of incredulous desire.
He scrambled on the bed to fit careful hands to Nicholas’s hips, circling his thumbs over hard bone and lean planes of muscle. The heady wave of breathless excitement at the fact that this was really happening was less intense than last time, but still definitely present, drying out his
Though… well. That Nicholas was so calm and matter-of-fact about liking Ghost Matter, that he refused to feel self-conscious or embarrassed over his horrible taste in music — in a weird way, that was actually damn impressive.
“Cool,” said Pat, lamely.
Nicholas gave him a thin, bland smile. It was hardly more than a slight curve of the lips, but it was unmistakably a smile even so. Pat felt ridiculously proud of himself.
High time to get with the program.
“So then!” Pat said brightly, grinning and bouncing on his toes a little. “What can I do for you tonight?” Serving heart or no, it was easy to show enthusiasm when serving the customer meant Pat got to sleep with a guy he would never have been able to pull in a million years, left to his own seductive devices.
Nicholas stripped off his shirt without fanfare, just like last time. This time, though, Pat was considerably better prepared, and didn’t waste time gaping before following suit. Neither did he hesitate when Nicholas turned and went through into the bedroom attached to the lab, where he proceeded to kick off his sneakers, drop his pants and sit on the bed in his boxers.
If Pat had suspected his fevered imagination had exaggerated Nicholas’ physique since the last time he’d been in a position to fully appreciate it… no. No, it hadn’t.
Pat fumbled a little as he hurried to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs along with his underwear. He could have made a bit of a show of it, he supposed, but the idea occurred to him too late, and then he couldn’t think of a way to make taking off his socks sexy.
“I’d like you to suck my cock, please,” Nicholas said evenly.
Oh, Pat thought. Yeah, of course he’d be back to that. Pat should have been expecting it, really.
And the thing was. Sure, in a perfect world, Pat would have preferred not to be impersonating a hooker while giving his first blowjob. That was bound to set the bar pretty high, right? But really, a luxurious suite in a mansion, with a stone-cold sober dude willing to pay thousands of thalers for Pat’s company… this was a lot closer to being a perfect world than a dim-lit, sticky and somewhat smelly bathroom in a frat house, with a handful of sticky and somewhat smelly frat guys. All in all Pat should probably be glad that everyone involved on the latter occasion had been so drunk they’d been forced to abandon the attempt due to lack of basic motor skills.
Plus, if you counted porn, Pat could actually claim heaps of experience. He bet watching porn counted as research for hookers. And how hard could it be, anyway?
“Sure thing.” Pat gave Nicholas a rakish grin. He’d been doing a lot of research lately; he’d be fine. “I can do that, no prob.”
“Thank you.” It came out flat, nearly without inflection. Nicholas’s expression was seriously odd, and it took Pat a moment to realize that the dude’s wide-eyed stare and prim little grin were his best attempt at an appealing smile.
Abruptly, Pat realized he was trying hard to be polite about asking for a blowjob. It was kind of absurd, but weirdly endearing at the same time. Sure, Nicholas’s stab at an apologetic smile looked more scary than anything, but Pat gave him full points for the ability to learn from his mistakes. He’d come a long way from ‘suck my dick, you little slut’.
Nicholas lost the boxers and arranged himself comfortably on the bed, hands behind his head. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was gorgeous, and Pat’s momentary uncertainty drowned in a surge of incredulous desire.
He scrambled on the bed to fit careful hands to Nicholas’s hips, circling his thumbs over hard bone and lean planes of muscle. The heady wave of breathless excitement at the fact that this was really happening was less intense than last time, but still definitely present, drying out his
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