All of the annoying customers in the universe couldn't have possibly spoiled Yuri's good mood on Sunday. After a sound sleep, he woke early and browsed the Eastern Market before work, purchasing anything that caught his eye. He arrived at the café at noon with pep in his step that Viktor and his coworker, Emil Nekola, did not fail to notice. They talked to each other in not so hushed whispers until Yuri snapped at them to shut the fuck up or talk to his face.
"Did you get laid, Yuri?" blurted out Emil tactlessly. Thankfully, there were no customers present to offend. "You have this glow about you. That has to be it."
While he was technically, kind of correct, Yuri sputtered out an automatic denial. "Even if I did, it's none of your fucking business!"
"Ahaha! Sorry, sorry! You're right." Emil put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. He then leaned towards Viktor standing on the other side of the counter and whispered loudly. "I'm still pretty sure he got laid. Wonder who the lucky person is?"
"Me too!" said Viktor, also lamely attempting to whisper. "I just hope it's not that dreadful ex of his. That guy was a real piece of work."
"I can hear you, assholes!" shouted Yuri as he hurled a dish rag at them. It hit Emil's apron with a satisfyingly loud smack.
"Oooh, feisty!" Emil laughed as he bent over to retrieve the fallen rag. "That kinda stung. Good arm you got there."
Before Yuri could bluster out a retort, Viktor spoke up. "Please tell me it's not the infamous ex, Yuri. Nikolai would probably disown me if he found out."
"It's not him." The question was mildly sobering, and Yuri barely noticed he unintentionally admitted he was seeing someone. Though, could it really be called that?
"That's a relief! You had me worried there for a minute!" Viktor dramatically draped himself over the counter with a sigh to prove his point.
"So, who is it?" asked Emil.
Figuring they wouldn't let the issue go until they got an answer, Yuri relented. "A guy I met online. Nobody either of you know."
"Tell us his name, anyways!" urged Emil. "Between the two of us, we know a lot of people."
Yuri was starting to get irritated again. He could always count on the airhead squad to ruin a good mood. But the demands set him to thinking that he still didn't know Beka's full name. Or even his first name for that matter. Considering the casual sexual encounters they'd had, it reminded him of a twisted version of a one-night stand. He'd had one of those before and quite frankly did not see the appeal.
"I'm not telling you idiots anything." He settled on aversion. It was better than the truth.
"No fair!" said Viktor, pouting.
Yuri ignored their protests until they lost interest and returned to actually working. It was slower than usual, and the recent snow fall was a possible deterrent, he supposed. It was nice and annoying at the same time. Fewer customers to grate his nerves, but more time to think. He had just gone on lunch break and tugged on his coat when he saw a familiar face amble into the shop.
"Just the person I was looking for!" proclaimed none other than Christophe Giacometti. He removed his sunglasses and winked at Yuri.
"Hey, Chris."
Yuri had to admit, Christophe always looked great. He had a keen sense of fashion that only enhanced his natural beauty and charm. Today was no exception, and even in the unforgiving weather, all of his accessories complemented each other perfectly.
"Do you have a few minutes to chat?" Christophe wasted no time in hooking an arm through Yuri's to lead him away.
"Yeah, I'm on break. I was going to go eat at the deli down the street."
"Perfect! I'll accompany you, if you don't mind."
"Suit yourself," shrugged Yuri.
"So I see that you've gone from broke to buying lunch all of a sudden." Christophe kept their arms linked as they strolled down the sidewalk. He had put his sunglasses back on, but Yuri bet his hazel eyes were sparkling with curiosity.
"The deli's not that expensive." Yuri wondered why everyone was suddenly so interested in his personal life. Where was the prying when he had actually needed it?
"Maybe not, but those designer jeans sure are."
"What if I said they were a gift?" shot back Yuri.
"I'm sure they were, but from whom I wonder?" Chris tipped his sunglasses down for effect as he raised one finely sculpted eyebrow. "Could it be a certain site suggested to you by a dear friend has yielded some positive results?"
It was then that Yuri suddenly recalled that he had completely forgotten to thank Christophe. If it wasn't for his questionable guidance he would have never "met" Beka, or have rent money for that matter.
"Yeah, it worked out pretty fast, actually…thanks for telling me about it."
"You're welcome," said Christophe in a singsong tone as they entered the deli. He finally relinquished Yuri's arm as they stood in the small line. "Is he handsome?"
"Of course he is." Yuri snorted. "Why would I get with an ugly guy?"
"Desperation sometimes calls for drastic action," said Christophe.
Yuri barked out a laugh but did not deny the statement. They were silent the rest of the short wait and Yuri ordered an Italian sub loaded with vegetables. Christophe declined claiming to have an early dinner date soon. After picking a booth near the entrance, Yuri immediately set to eating. He thought Christophe looked slightly out of place in the deli, though his posture was relaxed as he gazed out the large glass front of the building.
"You know…I don't think I was able to move as fast as you when I started using that site." Christophe smiled softly. "Tell me your secrets."
"I don't have any," said Yuri around a mouthful of food. "The first guy I talked to just happened to work out. And before you ask, no, I haven't met him in person."
"Be careful if he does eventually want to." Christophe leaned back against the wall. "Have you two done anything naughty yet?"
"No!" Yuri spat, positive his blush was betraying him.
Christophe chuckled and once again looked out the windows. "Nobody likes a liar, Yuri. You can tell me all the dirty details and I promise not to tell another soul."
"Seriously, though…you're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Yuri set the remainder of his sub down and leveled a serious glare at Christophe.
"My lips are sealed," he said returning his full attention to Yuri and making a zipping gesture over his lips. "Come now, you know me better than that. It's not my information to share, and I don't care for gossip."
"Just making sure," muttered Yuri returning to his food. He soon finished and stood. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car."
"Such a gentleman," praised Christophe.
"No, I'm not, shut up."
After arriving at Christophe's BMW, they said their farewells. He told Yuri to say hi to Viktor and that he would call him soon. Yuri knew that Chris was a fairly successful artist, but wondered if the car was a gift. He also wondered if Christophe had a sugar daddy at that very moment, if it was possibly his date. He hadn't thought to ask and filed the question away for later.
Anticipation made the rest of the work day pass somewhat slowly, but it went without incident. Emil was a good person to close with since he usually attacked the checklist with enthusiasm, getting more than his fair share done quickly. Yuri drove home, noting the gentle flurries picking up. When he got to the top of the staircase of his apartment, he saw there was another package sitting against the door. He took it inside and decided not to open it until he talked with Beka.
It was difficult not to rush his normal unwinding routine. Since he had bathed the night before, and had no idea if he was going to get messy in a short while, he decided to forego a shower. He changed into something comfortable yet nice, gave Snowball some affection, ate a light snack, then retreated to his room with his laptop and package. If Beka could chat from his room, so could he. He turned on the small TV for background noise and plugged in the blue string lights he had hung up for ambience. Last, he thought to grab a drink before settling comfortably onto his bed.
Beka called at 10 pm sharp, and he answered it as casually as he could manage.
"Did you get the package?"
Yuri lifted the brown box onto his lap. "Yep. Safe and sound."
"Open it," demanded Beka.
The command was stated intensely, backed by Beka's penetrating gaze. Yuri's heart rate started to pick up as he tore the tape off of the package, thankful it gave easily. Inside was a pair of slim looking slacks with a matching suit jacket and dress shirt. The material was black with a subtle shine and the shirt was charcoal gray. There was also a neatly folded overcoat that was a flat black. Underneath the clothes was a shoe box containing a lovely pair of Chelsea boots, of course, also in black.
"This is nice, but I'm not sure how much use I'll get out of it," Yuri confessed, setting the clothes and shoes carefully aside.
"I want you to wear that when we meet," said Beka.
Yuri snapped his attention back to screen, green eyes wide. "When we…meet?" he repeated.
"Yes, I've decided to move us past the courtship. I think we can both agree that we are eager to see where this goes."
"How about Tuesday?" blurted out Yuri. He worked day shift so he was available earlier than usual.
Beka initially looked surprised but settled into a small smile. "Alright. I want to take you out to dinner. I'll make reservations at the Mediterrano, which serves French and Italian food. I would prefer if you wore the suit and styled your hair."
"Okay! I can totally do that." Yuri was trying not to grin like a fool and vibrate out of his skin with excitement.
"I'll send a car to pick you up at…hmm…how about 7 pm?"
Yuri nodded and let himself smile. Fuck it, he was ridiculously happy. "So…um, no more options to choose from then?"
"Not necessarily. We can treat this like the other nights." Beka's grin turned a bit mischievous. "Did you check the bottom of the box?"
Hastily yanking the box back towards him, Yuri rummaged around in it, pulling out a thin, tissue wrapped item. He tore it open without being told, not thinking better of it until the tissue was in shreds. Beka chuckled as he held up the delicate piece of fabric. They were black silk panties that more closely resembled boy shorts, lined at the bottom with lace trim and sporting laced up sides.
"I thought they would look fabulous on you, since you seem to have quite well formed…buttocks." Beka paused before saying the last word, as if "ass cheeks" was too vulgar.
"I can model them for you right now," said Yuri suggestively waggling his eyebrows for effect.
"That would be lovely."
Yuri climbed out of bed and moved the laptop to face him. He honestly tried his damndest to strip slowly, but found he was simply too impatient. When he stripped off his underwear it was plainly obvious that he was starting to get turned on.
"You really know how to wake this guy up," he said as he shimmied into the panties. He tucked his dick into them as best he could, taking a few deep breaths to see if it would calm down. No such luck, so he set to adjusting the side ties, with the front bulging out somewhat.
"I'm glad he likes me so much," responded Beka, sounding amused. "Turn around, please."
Doing as he was told, Yuri made sure to wiggle his ass a bit to show off how well they fit. Beka hummed in approval.
"Okay, now mine is starting to wake up too."
Beka let out a quiet noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan, and Yuri peeked over his shoulder to see Beka's hand disappear into his lap. Shit. He didn't even need to explicitly see what was going on to become more aroused. He shivered, half from the chill in the air and half from anticipation.
"You can get back in bed." Beka shifted in his seat, eyes temporarily falling closed as his hand continued to work. "Also…put on something to keep warm. I'll have to get you a space heater soon."
After a quick glance around the room Yuri saw one of his various robes lying on top of his steamer trunk. It was black and had fairly thin material, which promised not to overheat him if he got too worked up. He tugged it on and crawled back onto the bed, moving his laptop back into its previous position.
The bulge in his underwear was now straining obscenely against the nice fabric. He sat cross-legged and leaned back against his pillows as he teasingly ran his fingers over his inner thighs. Another small sound escaped Beka and Yuri could see his arm moving lazily.
"What do you want me to do?" Yuri massaged his thighs to distract himself from the urge to start without a command.
"Loosen the ties at the sides, one at a time. Let the front open slowly and pull yourself out. You can touch yourself, but don't stroke."
Normally, Yuri loathed being told what to do by anyone and tolerated demands only begrudgingly. Yet, somehow, Beka's commands did not bother him in the least. Maybe it was because he thought he truly liked him and maybe it had a little to do with being paid to behave. As he deliberately undid each tie, he briefly wondered if there was anyone else he had tolerated like that in the past. Surely there was at least one person? He drew a blank as the front of the panties were pushed open by his erection seeking freedom, tumbling out far more quickly than he intended.
"Shit, sorry." He adjusted the fabric so it sat more neatly under his shaft, leaving his balls tucked in.
"Quite alright," assured Beka. "Go ahead and stroke…but go slow."
Yuri pumped his cock at a languid pace, watching for a moment as the foreskin moved up over the head partially, then back down. It took barely any time to get fully hard and he refocused on the screen before him, watching Beka's cheeks flush ever so slightly.
"I want to see you too," he pleaded, in what he hoped was his best seductive tone.
"Play with your nipples and I'll consider it," said Beka, breaths obviously picking up at the erotic display.
Lost in the moment and smoldering eyes, Yuri immediately ran his free hand up his abdomen to his chest. He brushed his fingers over one raised nub to the other, before pinching the right one gently. He let out a hum at the sensation as he pinched it harder, then rolled it between his fingers. As an afterthought, he brought those fingers to his mouth, coating them with saliva and returning them to tease at the nipple more.
"Shit…" Beka swore softly before clumsily readjusting the view by simply pushing the computer back on whatever surface it was sitting on.
The protest that Beka was now too far away died on Yuri's lips as he saw him fully dressed in casual clothes with his hard cock in hand. It brought to mind desperate situations where you needed to get off, but couldn't be bothered to disrobe. Or maybe having a quick jerk in a semi-public area. The last notion was too delicious to pass up and Yuri further entertained the fantasy as he continued to greedily take in every detail of Beka he could make out. The room Beka sat in was unfamiliar and he noted there were plants behind the loveseat he sat on, with dark windows beyond. There were no blinds or curtains covering them so it was easy to imagine people passing by, unaware of the actions within.
"I'm already close," Yuri reluctantly admitted. He felt like a goddamn teenager again, ready to spill at the slightest stimulation.
"Come for me, Yuri," said Beka. "All over your chest. Don't soil the covers, only your body."
Even if Yuri had been considering ignoring the command, his body took it anyways. That time, the orgasm came on more gradually as he frantically worked his hand on the shaft. He leaned back and lifted his hips just in time to shoot hot rivulets of come all over his chest and abdomen. In fact, he was pretty sure the first spurt had made it into his hair. Still in a haze, he looked back to the screen as he gave a few lazy pumps to his softening cock.
Beka was watching him so intently he could probably bore holes through his laptop if he wanted. Yuri loved it. He felt the only person in the world Beka could see. He ran his fingers over his chest and abdomen smearing come on them, and then brought them to his mouth to suck them clean. He maintained eye contact the entire time, sharpening his gaze while withdrawing the fingers to lick at them one at a time. Beka shuddered, closing his eyes briefly as he stilled the hand on his cock. White strands painted his dark shirt as he groaned quietly. Yuri wondered if he could elicit more noise out of Beka next time.
"That was so fucking sexy, babe." Yuri cussed as soon as the phrase left his lips. "I'm sorry, it's a force of habit to call people I like that…does it bother you?"
"No…it's fine." Beka smirked before gingerly removing his dirty shirt. "I like it."
"That's good," said Yuri sitting up. He took off his robe and used it to clean himself, noticing that the underwear was somehow miraculously clean. "In the beginning I was sure you were going to have me call you 'daddy'."
"Hmmm…well, that's certainly not off the table, but preferably not for regular conversation."
"A time and place for everything," laughed Yuri.
"Indeed," agreed Beka. "As much as I hate to cut this short, I do have work to attend to before I go to bed…so I suppose this is goodnight."
"Sure thing. Goodnight, Beka." Yuri paused to smile affectionately. "I can't wait to meet you."
"As do I, Yuri. Sleep tight."
Yuri soon got an email notification that $700 was deposited into his account. It hit him immediately that he had once again forgotten about the money.
Monday passed quickly enough, which was expected considering how busy they normally were. Yuri had managed to drop off his rent check before work, delivering it triumphantly into his landlord's hands a day early. He received a few messages from Beka containing small talk, which felt strange considering they had kind of skipped that part of their relationship. When he returned home, a fairly large package greeted him. He dragged it inside and opened it, revealing an expensive space heater. It worked so well he almost entertained turning off his heat.
The next day slugged by in the worst way possible. Not only did anticipation make it hard to sleep, but shifting from afternoons to mornings, back-to-back, always managed to throw him off balance. Mila was scheduled with him and they ran themselves ragged trying to please a steady stream of abnormally grumpy people. Viktor was nowhere to be found, even though Yuri was sure he saw him slinking around amidst patrons a couple hours ago.
"Can you make that extra hot?"
Yuri gritted his teeth, trying to smile past his irritation. "Suuuure," he sang out sarcastically.
"Hey, if you figure out how to make this scalding coffee any hotter, let a sister know," whispered Mila, before falling into a fit of giggles.
Yuri couldn't help the chuckles that escaped him, though it did sound a little manic. He finished the drink quickly, thanking the coffee gods that the person had not changed their mind during the process.
The customers thinned out after the rush. When his shift ended, Yuri raced home only to collapse on the couch and fall asleep. He awoke at 6 pm chilled and dazed. Realizing he only had an hour to get ready sent him into a panic. He fed Snowball, showered, dressed, and styled his hair in a frenzy. Despite the overwhelming anticipation trying to burn a hole through his stomach, he had to admit he was impressed with how well the suit fit. Having no real idea what a "proper" hairstyle for a fancy restaurant was he simply put half of it in a pony tail, leaving some strands of bangs free. As a finishing touch he applied some dark mascara. He loved the way it accented his eye color.
After picking out a few rings and the bracelet Beka had gotten him, Yuri heard a car horn honk outside the building. He nearly tripped as he rushed to pull his shoes and overcoat on, shoving his wallet, phone, and keys into its spacious pockets.
"Wish me luck!" he called out to Snowball before leaving.
The first thing Yuri's eyes settled upon when he set foot outside was the fucking Cadillac limousine parked in front of the building. It looked sorely out of place in the dirty, rundown neighborhood, and a driver quickly rushed to open the back door. He thanked him and ducked into the luxury vehicle. Of course Beka wasn't there. It was probably a considerate measure to make him feel more at ease before their initial meeting. At that point, Yuri doubted he was in for being kidnapped, but if he was he could definitely do worse.
Without a word, the chauffeur drove off and Yuri was glad for the silence. The car was warm with comfortable leather seats, and a glance around revealed a mini-bar and multiple small flat screens. Hell, there were even USB ports. The novelty of the interior quickly wore off and Yuri stared at the dark cityscape rushing past the windows.
Some undetermined time later, the car finally pulled into a lot and came to a stop. Yuri felt like his heart was going to hammer out of his chest and his palms were sweaty. From what he knew of movies and television shows, you were supposed to wait until someone opened a door for you. Or at least he hoped so. The chauffeur did not keep him waiting long and Yuri stepped out into the cold night air, quickly readjusting his clothes before stepping away.
He started walking forward as he glanced around. Seconds later, Yuri literally faltered in his step. Beka stood at a slight distance near the entrance, looking down at his phone, one hand resting casually in his coat. As if sensing eyes on him, he suddenly glanced up, recognition dawning on his face. Shoving his phone hastily into a pocket, he walked forward to meet Yuri with a small smile.
They both stopped short of each other and stared openly. Yuri was unsure of what was appropriate given their situation, but he really, really wanted to hug the hell out of Beka immediately. Even in the poor lighting, he was more strikingly handsome than the grainy Skype feed could ever convey. His dark eyes glittered with interest, his undercut was freshly shaved and styled to look tousled, and he wore a burgundy, three-piece suit. Yuri wasn't sure what his face was doing in that moment, but he felt his cheeks heat as Beka's eyes finally sought out his own. The fact he had to look up to do so did not make him seem any less intimidating. Beka certainly had a commanding presence.
Yuri was smitten all over again.
"You look amazing, Yuri," said Beka, allowing his smile to widen. "You're…taller than I expected."
Yuri laughed nervously. "Yeah, sorry about that…um…god, you're so attractive. Not that I didn't know that, but…wow…" He instantly cringed at his poor choice of words, hands fidgeting at his sides.
"Thank you. Shall we?"
Beka moved beside Yuri and put his hand gently on his lower back to lead him forward. The touch felt electric, even through multiple layers of fabric, waking up every nerve beneath it. They walked through the entrance and Beka instructed Yuri to remove his coat. A woman, perhaps a hostess, retrieved their coats and they were immediately led to a table by another.
The Mediterrano was a nice restaurant, the kind of upscale establishment that Yuri had admittedly never eaten at before. His chair was pulled out as he sat, there were entirely too many utensils on the table, and he was handed a menu. He did not know what most of the dishes consisted of and there were no explanations. Beka ordered them wine despite the fact that Yuri was technically underage for another month. He decided not to bring it up and nobody asked for an ID, which was in his coat anyways.
"What kind of food do you normally like?" asked Beka sensing Yuri's growing distress at the foreign choices.
"Anything is fine. I'm not picky." Yuri paused to think. "I like pasta dishes. I don't know…I've heard there's no such thing as bad French food either?"
"While that is truly subjective, I'm going to have to agree with the sentiment."
A waiter returned with the wine, pouring a little into each glass, swirling it gently, and dumping it out before pouring the actual glasses. Beka explained he was "priming" them, to which Yuri gave him a puzzled look. He then ordered food for both of them, and Yuri was familiar with very little of what he said. They made customary small talk and the appetizers arrived quickly considering the place did not seem to be very busy on a Tuesday night. Beka named each plate as fried baby artichokes, tomato bruschetta, and pancetta-wrapped figs.
"These are great," said Yuri after sampling each one. He tentatively sipped at his wine, brushing some stray hairs away from his face.
"I'm glad you like them." Beka looked troubled for a moment. "I almost feel the need to apologize for choosing this place. You seem uncomfortable."
"Oh, no, I'm fine." Yuri waved his hand dismissively. "It's just…would you believe that I've never been to a place this nice in my entire life? We lived well but modestly."
"If I'm being completely honest, I tend to find places like this a little pretentious."
"Then why did you pick it?" asked Yuri before selecting another wrapped fig.
"I…well, I wanted to impress you." Beka distracted himself with more food. "I think I may have failed in that respect."
Yuri smiled, then drank more of his wine. He swore he saw the faintest blush on Beka's cheeks. "Don't worry," he assured. "I'm impressed, but not by the restaurant."
Beka looked up sharply, the only indication he was surprised a slight inclination of his eyebrows. His amazingly sculpted eyebrows. The more Yuri looked at him, the more beauty he discovered. Beka opened his mouth to say something, but the main course arrived, interrupting him. The appetizers were cleared, wine glasses topped off, grated parmesan offered, and they were then left alone once again. Yuri inspected his dish before staring warily at the row of utensils.
"It's spinach and ricotta gnudi with tomato-butter sauce," said Beka. "Think of it like ravioli without the pasta."
Yuri shrugged and picked up a random fork. "What did you order?"
"Cavatelli with mussels, lillet, and dill."
"I have no idea what that is but I'm sure it's good," laughed Yuri, finally picking up a bit of his entrée. He shoved it into his mouth and chewed, eyes widening as the delicate, creamy flavor spread over his tongue.
"It's quite good, and judging from your expression your meal is as well?" Beka began to eat with a smirk.
Yuri only managed to nod in agreement and continued to eat his meal with enthusiasm, which seemed to amuse Beka.
The silence stretched on as they ate, though Yuri had to admit he finished embarrassingly fast. He hadn't had such good food since his grandfather's traditional dishes, which he had been deprived of for over a year. Certainly, comfort food was a sure way to his heart.
"So…you said that your, um…you know," Yuri vaguely gestured towards his crotch. "That's a religious thing? What religion?"
"Islam," answered Beka delicately dabbing at his mouth with his napkin before replacing it on his lap. "My great grandparents came here from Kazakhstan, and my family carried on their religious traditions, though they did not necessarily impose them upon us children. I respect my religion but do not practice it strictly." He lifted the wine glass for emphasis.
"Oh yeah, you're not supposed to have alcohol, right?"
"Correct," said Beka setting the glass back down. "I'm fortunate that my parents are open-minded enough to allow me to find my own comfort levels and individuality."
"That's nice." Yuri frowned a bit despite effort to suppress it. Mention of loving, accepting parents always made him sad considering the lack of his own.
"What about you? Do you practice any religion? Have good parents?"
"Uh…no, to both questions," Yuri answered quietly. "My mom is an addict. She tried really hard to raise me but it didn't work out. My grandfather took her place and he did a great job."
"Your father?" Beka was leaning forward slightly, probably unconsciously out of concern.
"Don't remember him," said Yuri. It wasn't really a sore topic. He knew his dad had been around when he was a baby, but he had no recollection of him. Pictures were the only proof he even existed.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Beka looked genuinely upset for Yuri's misfortune. "Though I am glad to hear your grandfather took care of you. He sounds like a strong and kind man."
"He is. I couldn't love him more if I tried," said Yuri, glad the topic had shifted back to something positive. "Enough about my sad ass life. Do you have any siblings? You mentioned 'us' earlier."
The waiter reappeared to clear the main course and another appeared asking if they wanted dessert. Beka nodded and ordered them something quickly.
"I have an elder sister. We're close, though she is now married and devoting much of her time to helping father run the family business."
"Do you help run it too?" Yuri drained the rest of his wine, and startled when someone appeared out of nowhere to refill it.
"No, I never cared for it," said Beka shaking his head. "My sister was groomed for the position since she was young. I have a publishing company and I also write novels."
"Really? What kind of stuff do you write?" Yuri was overjoyed to be getting so much personal information about Beka. Such a simple step they had initially leapt right over.
"Mostly mysteries, paranormal, or horror, occasionally romance."
"Romance?!" blurted out Yuri. "Do they have those cheesy, epic covers?"
"Regretfully, no," responded Beka with a chuckle.
Dessert arrived and Beka once again explained what it was. Zabaglione with berries, a light custard with a fresh assortment of fruit atop. It was delicious and gone as quickly as the main course. As Yuri ladled the last bite into his mouth, he realized that dinner was almost over. It was probably too much to hope that Beka would take him home and fuck him on the technical first date. He was annoyingly considerate and definitely too much of a gentleman.
They did not linger much longer afterwards, and the only further information Yuri managed to wrangle out of Beka was his family started and owned a popular clothing line, focused on work and outdoor wear. So Beka came from old money, and used that wealth to start his own enterprise. As they walked outside, Beka rested his hand on Yuri's back again. It wasn't quite as nice as holding hands but Yuri relished in the attention just the same.
"Would you mind if I accompanied you in the car?" asked Beka as they waited.
"I would love that."
It felt strange to be acting so formal to a person he had explicitly displayed himself to, but he wasn't really sure if he should be acting otherwise. It was a unique situation, to put it mildly. From what little media he had consumed on the topic, he supposed sugar babies ought to act dignified in public. Still, that didn't stop him from wanting to drape himself all over the handsome man standing beside him.
The car pulled up and the driver opened the door. Beka politely let Yuri get in first before sliding into the seat next to him. He fidgeted as the car drove off, glancing nervously to his side. Beka was close and staring at him expectantly. He brought a hand up to gently brush stray strands of hair away from Yuri's face. A few fingers brushed his cheek and Yuri felt the touch radiate through his face and down his neck, causing him to shiver.
"Are you going to kiss me or not?" asked Beka fiddling with some hair that had fallen over Yuri's chest.
Yuri needed no further encouragement to spur him into action. He immediately leaned forward and brushed his lips against Beka's once before diving into an open mouthed kiss. Beka responded beautifully, and Yuri slid closer to him while running a hand over his jaw to rest on the back of his head. His other hand somehow slid around Beka's torso instinctively, tugging him even closer and he made a pleased noise into the kiss. He clung to Yuri's back in response, trailing one hand up to stroke his long hair. Eventually, they both broke for air, still idly caressing each other.
"You taste great," said Yuri giving Beka a few more brief kisses. He could not stop himself. He was already hopelessly turned on and every slight movement from Beka's hands stoked the fire.
"Thank you." Beka shifted and gazed at him with heavy lidded eyes.
When he said nothing else in response, Yuri took the opportunity to delve back in for more deep kissing. He plunged his tongue into Beka's mouth, twining them together before withdrawing slightly to kiss his jawline, then returned to his mouth. At some point he tugged one of Beka's arms away only to force his hand into his lap. It crossed his mind that he had gone too far, but Beka pressed his against Yuri's erection readily and even felt around it, exploring its shape and length.
"Fuuuuuck," swore Yuri against Beka's skin. "I want you so bad right now."
"Touch me," breathed Beka hotly.
Yuri moved his hand down to Beka's lap and ran it gently over the straining length there. He then pressed down firmly and rubbed, causing Beka to moan quietly. They continued to stroke each other when suddenly the car stopped. A quick glance out the window showed Yuri he was home and he considered begging Beka to come upstairs. Sadly, Beka withdrew his hand from Yuri's lap and then stilled the one on his own.
"Otabek," he said simply.
"What?" asked Yuri, desperately trying to rein in his lust.
"My name is Otabek."
Yuri smiled triumphantly and kissed him again. "It's nice to formally meet you, Otabek. You got a last name?"
"That you will have to earn. I would like us to meet again soon so we can discuss the new arrangement. Would you be uncomfortable coming to my house?"
"Not at all," said Yuri, one arm still wound snuggly around Beka -no- Otabek's waist.
"Give me your phone, please."
Yuri dutifully fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it over. Otabek quickly punched in his contact information and handed it back.
"I've included my number and email, should you need it. Please text me now so I have your number."
Nodding, Yuri shot off a quick text, still unwilling to let go of Otabek.
Otabek's phone buzzed in his pocket. "Good, thank you. I'll be contacting you soon with the time, date, and address. I take it that you typically work afternoons?"
"Yeah, till 9 pm."
"Any days off this week?"
"Tomorrow and Sunday," said Yuri after pausing to think for a moment. His days off tended to change frequently.
"Then we may be meeting again sooner than I expected. I have some work to do tomorrow, but I would like to see you afterwards, perhaps by 5 or 6 pm."
"Sounds great." Yuri leaned down to kiss Otabek's neck, taking in his scent. "Anything you want me to wear?"
"Whatever you want is fine," said Otabek slowly withdrawing while gently tugging Yuri's arm from his body. "I regret to say that I must be going now. Work has been a little hectic lately. Hopefully it will slow down soon."
Otabek slid over and tapped on the window. The driver, apparently at the ready, opened the door and he climbed out, offering a hand to Yuri. He took it and was surprised at the strength in the grip as he was helped to his feet.
"Goodnight, Yuri. Thank you for a lovely evening."
"Night, Otabek."
Yuri leaned in and planted a quick kiss on Otabek's lips before he could protest, then jogged off towards the building. He swore he heard the chauffeur chuckle. Tossing one last look over his shoulder, he saw that Otabek stood watching him until he disappeared into the private entrance.
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