This story evolved into something ridiculous. It went from being a oneshot to being a twoshot and now I'm planning to make it into six parts. Holy fuck, I love internet sensation!Balthazar. Plus, I think we all need some therapy after "Bourbon Lullaby." (The good news is, I'm still dead on the inside from it!)

Many thanks to IslanderBib, charlotte. eliot. 3, Sexy. Lil. Emo, and KitCat 1995 for your reviews to last chapter.

He locks the door behind him, grateful that there's so few customers here—it means less chance for him to be interrupted. Pulse racing almost dizzily fast, he pulls the black coffee shop apron over his head and hangs it up before unzipping his jeans. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and replies to beezee29's message.

If your intent was to get me to beat off at work, well done :D I'm currently in the bathroom with my jeans down. So he's extrapolating a bit, but who cares? As soon as he sends his message, he shoves his pants down his hips a little and palms his cock through his boxers, wishing for what isn't the first time and certainly won't be the last time that beezee29 was here touching him.

The response comes fast. You're even dirtier than I thought ;-) Yes, you'll definitely need to be punished. I'd pin you against the closest wall and lick your neck, no teeth involved, for starters.

Lu smirks and rubs his half-hard cock again, sucking his lower lip in between his teeth. I could definitely handle that. In fact, I think I'd grind against you so you could feel how hard my dick is. He pulls his phone back far enough to snap a quick picture and attach it to the message before he sends it.

He expects to see a photo in response with beezee29's next message, but there isn't one. And how hard ARE you, dirty boy? Jerking off at work got you all worked up?

Lu grits his teeth, letting out a groan of pleasure as he slumps back against the graffitied wall of the bathroom. He knows he really shouldn't be getting off on being teased like this, but he's definitely getting harder and he's slipped his hand past the waistband of his boxers. He pushes his jeans down to his knees before they pool into a pile of denim at his feet and nudges at his underwear until the elastic is around his thighs, releasing his erection. He's definitely more than half-hard now, and he can't suppress a shiver of excitement as, with his left hand, he hikes up his red work polo shirt to show off as much skin as he can. With his free hand, he takes another picture and sends it to beezee29 with the message, Maybe this will answer your question ;)

Without waiting for another reply, he wraps his fingers around his dick and gives it a few lazy, teasing strokes. He moans softly, letting his eyes close as he rubs his thumb over the head, smearing precome on the sensitive skin. Imagining that beezee29 is with him just makes him moan again, a little louder now, and he hopes there's no one outside waiting to use the bathroom, not that he'll be in here much longer anyway, at the rate he's going.

Then his phone vibrates again. You are so stupidly hot it's maddening. What I wouldn't do to you right now... it's ridiculous.

He chuckles softly. Why don't you tell me? I know how much you like it when I beat off for you ;)

Lu can almost hear the frustrated tone in the response, and he grins as he pumps his dick again, harder now. I want to shove you up against that wall and turn you around. I want to start stroking you off and grind my jeans against your ass so you can feel my cock. I want to bite your neck and shoulders and leave marks all over your skin. I want to hold you down while you come all over my hand and turn you around so you can see me lick it all off.

He moans softly, biting his lip as his hand frantically pumps his cock. It only takes a few seconds before the sweet bliss of orgasm overtakes him and, still giddy from endorphins, he takes one last photo of come all over his hand and stomach. Oops. Too late. Maybe next time ;)

As soon as he replies, he stumbles to the sink and starts scrubbing at his hands and torso before pulling his jeans and boxers back up. He slides his phone back in his pocket and his apron over his head, gives the bathroom one last cursory look to make sure there's no sign of what he's just done, and ducks out of the door, not even glancing at the guy who's been patiently waiting right outside. Lu wonders if he heard anything, but he doesn't look to find out—he's just dimly aware of a presence sidling into the bathroom behind him as he makes for the table he abandoned only ten minutes before.

Ruby gives him a smirk—she probably knows what he was doing, but she won't say anything—which he also ignores. In fact, he ignores everything except the tables he's wiping down so hard that it's another thirty minutes before he checks his phone.

He has a new email and two text messages. The first text is from his brother Michael. Lu, just wanted to give you a heads-up to be at the Yardhouse tonight at eight. I'm asking Rachel to marry me and I want both of our families there.

Lu blinks in surprise. He knew that Michael was serious about Rachel, and they have been dating for two and a half years now, but the fact that Michael wants him to be there for the proposal is a huge surprise. They never got along all that well—certainly they didn't fight, but they've never been close or anything—but he knows this is important to him. Yeah, I'll be there.

The second text is from his father. Has Michael told you about the plan for tonight?

It's just like him to make sure. Chuck Shurley didn't get to his position as CEO and president by sitting on his hands and doing nothing, that's for damn sure. Yes, he did. He tries to decide what he's going to wear—a suit or dress casual?—and adds, What's the dress code? The Yardhouse's clientele range from uniformed Sailors to after-hours businessmen to average people off the street in jeans, so it could really go any way. He has a feeling that since tonight is a special occasion, jeans won't cut it, but he thinks a suit could be a bit much.

The email is another notification from Hook3dUp-dot-com, alerting him to another new message from beezee29. Damn, wish I could have been there to enjoy that ;-) Next time, though, you won't get off so easily.

He seriously doubts that. He snorts with laughter at the double entendre and pockets his phone again.

The Yardhouse is a flurry of activity later as the Shurleys—Lu, Michael, Raphael, and their father Chuck—and the Holmeses—Rachel, her sister Hester, and their parents—finally get to their table. It's reserved for ten and Raphael's brought his girlfriend Naomi along, and Hester has her boyfriend Uriel with her. Lu pretends he doesn't notice that, aside from his father, he's the only one who isn't half of a couple, but he really just wants to roll his eyes at them all.

But he knows he's expected to behave tonight, so he keeps his mouth closed and doesn't check his phone even though it's been blowing up in his jacket pocket. That would be in bad form and, even though he doesn't work for his dad's company like Mikey and Raph both do, he does know some basic etiquette for these situations.

Of course, Raphael (who's basically a stranger with the same last name as him) has to ask him why Meg isn't here, and Lu arches an eyebrow.

"We broke up. About a year ago," he adds sharply, and Raphael looks suitably sheepish.

Lu can't blame him too much for not knowing, though. He doesn't generally keep his family informed on his romantic life, such as it is. They certainly don't know about his various hookups, and he has no desire to tell them. He has a feeling "By the way, I routinely exchange nude photos and sexual messages with strangers on the Internet" won't go over well. Besides, Raphael's job keeps him pretty busy. Hell, Lu didn't actually expect him to be here tonight. He was pretty sure Raphael was in Germany on a business trip.

No one presses the issue or mercifully asks what happened since this is supposed to be the night Mikey pops the question. His family is smart enough not to open up that can of worms, and Rachel's family doesn't know him well enough to want to ask, and he's grateful.

He doesn't know when Michael plans to ask, so when his phone buzzes in his pocket for the sixth time, he just excuses himself to head off to the bathroom and hopes his brother can wait five more minutes.

He doesn't know why he's surprised to see that every single message is a photo of beezee29. He bites his lip to hold back a smirk as he scrolls through them, the other man's body baring more skin until he gets to the end. It's a picture of him from the collarbone down, showing off every toned muscle in his chest and stomach, and one tantalizing peek past the curve of his hipbones. There's a message attached to that one. No answer :-( Want me to stop?

Actually, that's the last thing Lu wants. With a quick glance toward the main dining room to make sure no one from his table is watching, he replies, Sorry, family dinner tonight. My bro's popping the question to his girlfriend, or else I would have answered. But believe me, I definitely want you to keep going ;D Gives me something to look forward to.

He tucks his phone back into his jacket pocket and heads back to the table.

The dinner, proposal, and dessert go off without a hitch even with the four new notifications his phone alerts him to. Rachel excitedly accepts and Lu is genuinely happy for his brother and future sister-in-law, and there's a round of congratulatory backslapping and drinks (on the house) before they all take off for the night.

"Want to share a cab?" Michael calls over as everyone else heads to their cars to other taxis.

Lu glances from his brother to Rachel and back. He really doesn't, actually, but he plays it off easily. "Nah, I'm good. I can catch the trolley and be home in a half an hour."

Michael looks like he wants to argue for a moment, but then he decides against it. "Alright. Be careful," he adds as he slides in next to Rachel and slams the door behind him.

He waves as the cab pulls away and begins the walk to the trolley stop, pulling out his phone and checking his messages. Just as he thought, they're all pictures from beezee29, and they're all unspeakably filthy. He catches a glimpse of a bit of neck in two and he's slammed with the desire to run his tongue over it. The last photo in particular has him trying not to salivate; it's all he can do to control himself.

He unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt and is silently relieved that he declined to share a cab with Michael and Rachel. He couldn't act like this horny teenager around them and expect them to look him in the eye afterward. He wasn't even sure his family knew he liked guys. He'd only dated two in his life, and that was long after high school. He hadn't told them about those relationships, and any rumors Michael or Raphael would have heard about him at school (most of them completely true, but irrelevant) were greatly suppressed by the other parties. Starting-line lacrosse players (and the lacrosse captain) generally wanted it kept quiet that they were getting blown by another boy at school.

But he's made peace with his past and doesn't regret it. In fact, he thinks he's lived more than his brothers, although he's not stupid enough to say it to their faces.

By the time he makes it home, he's good and worked up, pointedly avoiding looking at everyone he passes and rushing into his apartment building as fast as he can. He takes the elevator up to the seventh floor and closes the door to unit 727 before letting out a strangled gasp.

He shrugs out of his jacket and loosens his belt on his way to his bedroom, grateful for the soundproofing he had installed three years ago, right after he first moved in. Meg was a screamer (and he's not exactly quiet himself), so it's ended up being a worthwhile investment.

As soon as he's seated at his computer, he pulls up the actual site and sends a message to beezee29. Just got home. Hope I'm not too late ;)

Almost immediately, the reply comes in. Never too late, love ;-) I knew you'd be back soon.

Lu grins, strips off his dress shirt, and slithers out of his pants. Just for me? I'm honored!

You know, I've actually been wondering for awhile now what your voice sounds like.

Hope floods through him even though the message seems to come from out of left field. Oh, really? ;D Interested in a face-to-face meetup?

Maybe, but for the moment, I was thinking of just exchanging phone numbers. It might make the sexting a little easier, too ;-)

He's a little let down, but he has to admit that he's been curious about beezee29's voice as well and how it might sound as he came or how he could actually murmur filthy things in his ear, and he acknowledges that it's better than nothing. Sounds good to me ;) He sends his phone number, too. He's not too worried about it, since he has a surprising amount of trust for this guy considering he's a stranger on the Internet, but if things do happen to go south, he can always change his number.

As for the nude photos, it's possible those could surface for blackmail, but the thing about blackmail is that you have to have something to lose, and Lu can't say he has much dignity left to speak of.

About ten seconds later, his phone rings. It's an unknown number with a local area code.