I walked into the bedroom but before I could make it to the bed I felt John's body press against my back. His arms wrapped around my waist, laying his head on my shoulder blade, his quick breaths fanning over my back. He held me close for a few minutes; the only movement was the deceleration of his breathing as he seemed to relax.
"There is something I should tell you…" John whispered, the sentence breaking off at the same time I felt his body tense up again. "I've never done this before. You're so…what if…what if I'm bad at it."
"In my experience it's practically impossible to be really bad at it; boring maybe, but not bad."
"Your experience…I don't want to disappoint…"
At that I turned around in his arms so that I could show him that there was no reason to worry.
"John, aren't we good together?"
"Yes," he responded breathlessly.
"Do you want to make me feel as good as I made you?"
"Yes, but what if I can't?"
"I promise you that's not going to happen. You trust me don't you?"
"I do," John said, raising his eyes to meet my own. The look of adoration on his face was unmistakable and it was exactly what I had intended. I had started out trying to play on his affection for me in an attempt to relax him, but as I kept speaking the emotions behind those words started to affect me as much as him. No one had ever really trusted me before, especially not the implicit sort of trust that John expressed. I was not fundamentally untrustworthy but I had a lifetime of acting in a way that served my best interests; my choice of profession was proof enough of that.
I started to slowly undress John who just continued to stare at me. When I reclined on the bed I had to take John's hand and pull him down until his body was stretched across the length of mine. I let my legs fall open, John's hips resting between my thighs, our already hard cocks coming into contact. I grasped John's hips, encouraging him to roll his hips against mine, letting him find a rhythm that he enjoyed. His lips descended, his tongue tangling with mine, mirroring the movement of his hips. I let him take the lead until the pace he set began to quicken. I pulled back from his kiss, lifting his hand and taking two of his fingers into my mouth, sucking them until they were coated with my saliva. His fingers slid out slowly, John tracing my lips with his wet fingers.
John's hand slowly trailed down my body until he reached my groin and then he stopped. I reached down with my hand, guiding his hand between my legs, letting our fingertips brush against my opening. I moved my hand to rest at the small of his back trying to soothe his nerves. His fingers continued to circle the outside but he did not move to penetrate me. I leaned up until my lips were brushing against John's ear.
"I want you. I want you to make me so hard until I'm begging for you to take me. Put your fingers inside me, I want to feel you in me."
John turned his head, our lips meeting with ferocity that John initiated. I knew I had pushed the right buttons when I felt his fingers breach me and slide home, John's hesitant actions coming to an end. He pumped his fingers in and out with the same fierce rhythm of his kiss. It was more enthusiasm than finesse but the idea of John doing this to me and only me made everything so much more intense.
"John, fuck!" I yelled out when John's fingers brushed against my prostate, my back bowing with the pleasure of it. John's fingers stopped their movement. He was staring at me with a delighted grin, a slight look of pride taking over his features.
"John, don't stop, please don't stop," I moaned out, pulling him back to me. John's fingers began to stimulate the little bundle of nerves without ceasing. However untutored and inexperienced, he was driving me out of my mind. I had to have more. I reached under the pillow and pulled out the condom I had left there knowing I would see John that night. I pressed it into his free hand. I could see his hands shaking and I helped him ease the sheath down his length, guiding him until he slid home inside me.
"Oh, Phil…"
"John, please, fuck me. I want you. I want you to make me scream."
John didn't hesitate this time, stroking inside me with firm strokes. His hands slid up my body, twining his fingers with mine and pinning them next to my head.
"Phil…look at me."
My eyes opened to meet John's. Closing my eyes during sex was a professional courtesy as most of my clients preferred not to meet my gaze. I stayed the learned behavior and met John's eyes straight on. This seemed to inflame John even more and he began to take me with abandon. My hips moved to meet his, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. John swiveled his hips and he hit my prostate head on. I was far beyond everything except keening out John's name every time he made contact with that spot deep inside me. His thrusts began to loose their rhythm.
"John…" I didn't have to say any more than that when John seemed to know instinctively what I was asking for, wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking it in time with the movements of his hips. My back arched sharply, my come splashing between our stomachs. John thrust a few more times, coming with a hoarse cry.
"Phil…I lo…"
I cut him off, sealing his mouth with a kiss. I couldn't bear to hear the words he tried to say. No one had ever said them to me and I wasn't going to allow John to be the first. He was a client and nothing more, even if I had to keep reminding myself of that fact when it was so easy to get lost in John's false fantasy.
John broke off the kiss, letting his full weight collapse on top of me, his head resting on my chest. I let my hand trail down his back, damp from the exertion and held my breath, hoping John would not try to repeat the words he had try to speak before. We stayed, wrapped up in each other, our breathing the only sound in the room. I could feel myself nodding off when John spoke.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, but that doesn't mean I'm going to answer it," I said sleepily.
"How did you get into the…uh…line of work that you're in now?"
I flinched, having expected this question sooner or later. I didn't fail to notice that John avoided saying what I actually was…a prostitute, a hooker, a whore. The exchange of money between us reinforced that idea. He no longer asked for amounts or handed me the cash personally. It was all part of the fantasy he was weaving around us and I didn't have the heart to give him a reality check and send it all crashing down.
"Like most people I had a grand plan for my life but when that fell through there wasn't a plan B. I drifted around for a while and sort of fell into the profession. I barely made it through high school so it wasn't like it was qualified for much besides the night shift at 7-Eleven."
"What was the grand plan?"
"I told you just because you asked a question didn't mean I would answer it…this is one of them," I responded sharply. This seemed to deflate John quite a bit. If I had known what door it was going to open up I would have just told him the truth. I truly didn't know why I didn't just tell him about my past. It made me feel like a failure sometimes even though my injury was completely out of my control. Maybe I was jealous but mainly I didn't want John to know I had been lying to him from day one. John's invasive questions continued, even though it hurt him to ask.
"Do you…like it?"
"No one likes their job all the time but I guess you can say I like it well enough. I'm good at it…at least I think I am."
"How many…"
"Do you really want the answer to that?"
"No."
Even though I hadn't given John an answer I could see the wheels turning in his head by the pained expression on his face. I took the chance to change the subject.
"So about Randy Orton…"
"What about Randy?"
"He looked at me kind of strangely tonight."
"Yeah, we got into it before the show."
"Because of me?"
"Yeah. Randy said he gave me Madeline's number so that I could relieve a little stress. He had no idea that I was still seeing you. He wasn't happy about it but he was even less happy that I had been lying to him about it."
"Sometimes you have to lie."
"I don't think so."
"But you are…"
"A little guilt is worth it," John said, sending a soft smile my way. "I'm going to be out of town for 2 weeks. We're going on an overseas tour of Europe."
"Sounds fun."
"It can be but it's also exhausting as hell. Are you going to miss me?"
I wanted to give John some flip response but I held it back and instead said nothing at all.
"You're going to miss me, aren't you Phil?" John asked, a slight tremble in his voice.
I debated with myself about whether I should say something harsh, perhaps driving John away from me and all the problems that came with him when he appeared in my life.
"Yes, I think I will," I responded simply. A bright smile overtook John's face before rolling us over so that my chest was pressed to his back. I could hear his breaths start to even out. My thoughts were rioting but I let the sound of John's breathing lull me to sleep.
AN: I promise I'm going to try to give equal attention to both my fics, meaning that I will probably update both once a week unless I am besieged by the inspiration fairy. This chapter is sort of transitional and a little short but I hope you guys enjoy it!
