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Chapter Song: Same Dark Places (Acoustic) by JR JR

Bellamy stood in the middle of his living room. It was nine o'clock in the morning and he had class in a half hour but he couldn't miss the chance to make some quick money. He was currently on the receiving end of a mediocre blowjob that he was hoping would get him off in time for him to make it from his apartment all the way across campus to his Behavioral Studies class.

He liked Monty, he was a nice guy but he wasn't ready to come out yet and that was just fine with Bellamy. He didn't have any sexual experience with men when he'd first showed up at Bellamy's door but he had cash and was sent by a friend which were two of Bellamy's few requirements when it came to taking on new clients. Cash, anonymity, referral and condoms.

Cash was obviously a given. As much as he liked sex, he wasn't putting his whole life on hold to fuck strangers for free. He thought of himself as more of a sexual guide even though most would call him a prostitute but the reality of the situation was that a lot of the time, people's cash bought them a lot more than sex.

Anonymity was necessary because if any one person on the faculty at Columbia University ever found out what was paying for his tuition since he lost his funding, he'd be out the door with no questions asked. That was why he only took referrals. Anyone who wanted to see him required someone he knew or had previously been with on campus to vouch for them. It wasn't too hard a feat to come into contact with one, considering how many people he knew at this point, despite the school having over 28,000 students. Somebody always knew somebody that was friends with someone that had once been a client. He, of course, wasn't exchanging sex for money with the school's entire population but you could definitely say he wasn't hurting for business.

The last thing on his checklist of requirements was condoms...for obvious reasons. It was college and people weren't always safe, even with the best of intentions. Not to mention his habit of getting tested every three months. In Bellamy's profession, there was always risk. No matter how many precautions you took, something could always go wrong. He did everything he could to minimize circumstances that would cause bad things to happen but you could never be too careful.

He could feel Monty swirling his tongue around the head of his cock and groaned. He figured it wouldn't be too long before he shot his load down the younger man's throat. He was pretty proud of the Sophomore's progress. It had been hard for Monty to even look at his dick at first. From what he'd made out, Monty's parents had caught him kissing a boy when he was 16 and his father lost it. They were a very religious family and therefore thought they could "pray the gay away." Monty was sent to a camp where they socially conditioned non heterosexual teens to turn straight. Bellamy thought the whole thing was fascinating from a purely psychological standpoint but thought actually having the things the younger man must've had done to him were repulsive. Monty had traveled across the country to get away from them so obviously it was bad. He could see the pain in his eyes whenever he'd ask him about it so he'd eventually let it go. After all, Monty wasn't paying him for counseling, even if that was a service that some of his clients seemed to require.

No, what Monty needed was a big dose of self confidence. He also needed someone to show him how to give and receive pleasure from the same sex and be okay with it. They'd started out with Monty just looking at Bellamy naked. It took him until the second session for Monty to keep his eyes open for the entire 15 minutes they were together. On their fifth session, Monty finally touched him and it ended 15 minutes later with his hand still on Bellamy's cock while he held him as he soaked Bellamy's shirt with his tears. During session twelve, they worked their way from the practiced handjobs to Monty's first blowjob and here they were now on session seventeen, Bellamy all patience as Monty was still trying to get the hang of it. Bellamy had given plenty of instruction but they were working on getting Monty to pay attention to non verbal queues. He wasn't quite there yet though.

"Don't forget to use your hand to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth. A little tighter. That's it." Bellamy could feel himself getting closer to release. The familiar tingling in his spine had crept up on him faster than he'd expected. Monty hollowed out his cheeks and pumped his generous cock, bringing Bellamy right to the edge. He looked down at Monty whose eyes were staring into his, innocently and all it took was a quick swipe of the underside of his head before Bellamy was coming in his mouth. Monty swallowed it all and licked Bellamy clean, savoring all he gave him before carefully zipping Bellamy back into his pants. Even though they'd discussed it and Bellamy could see the obvious bulge in his jeans, Monty still wasn't ready for anyone to touch him. Bellamy had to respect his wishes but he always felt kind of weird about taking something without giving anything in return even if it was a customer.

Bellamy walked to his fridge and handed Monty a water bottle. He took a long swig and seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking. Bellamy knew what he was going to ask anyway. He asked the same thing each time, after they had finished and Bellamy always gave the same answer. Not because he felt an obligation to but because it was true. Monty finally opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming barely louder than a whisper.

"So, how was that?"

"Better. You get better every time. Maybe next time you'll let me take care of that for you?"

"Yeah. Maybe next time," Monty said before grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Alright, well let me know when you want to meet up again. I'll walk you out. I gotta catch a class."

Bellamy grabbed his hoodie and his backpack off the chair and walked to the door with Monty in front of him. They walked out and Bellamy shut the door behind him, locking both the door and the deadbolt. He turned around and saw Monty standing in front of him, hesitating again. On one hand he thought it was adorable but on the other, he wished he would just spit it out so he could get going. Finally, Monty spoke up.

"Would it be okay if-if I kissed you?"

Bellamy thought about it for a moment. He never kissed his clients. It wasn't a requirement but just a general unspoken rule that he kept. Kissing was too intimate for what he was doing with these people shuffling in and out of his apartment. But Monty was asking for this. He'd never asked for anything for himself before and Bellamy knew it took a lot for him to work up the courage just to get the words out. He looked around just to make sure none of his neighbors were around and then grabbed Monty's chin before placing a soft, wet kiss on his lips. He could feel Monty relax into the kiss and went to deepen it, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip, causing Monty to open for him. Bellamy wrapped his tongue around the younger man's and felt as well as heard the moan that he released.

Bellamy pulled away after a minute or so and smiled at him. Monty beamed back before saying a quick goodbye and heading off in the opposite direction of Bellamy's class. Yeah, he didn't think he needed to worry. Monty would eventually be okay, even if it took them the rest of the year to get him there.