Bob didn't show up at the café that day. Perhaps it was for the best, as the mere thought of that man could cause unwelcome reactions with Bart. Their little adventure in his office was still running wild in his mind, playing in a loop everytime he had a moment to himself. Still, he stayed on the lookout, expecting Bob to appear behind his back at any moment, but the table across the room remained deserted until the café closed.

After his shift ended, Bart turned around the corner to check for a red-haired smoker, but Bob wasn't hiding back there to take him to whatever place to be his plaything. He felt a tinge of disappointment.

For the next few days, Bob's table was either empty or occupied by other customers, which oddly felt like an invasion, and Bart wondered if he simply stopped coming. He had no idea what the ex-sideshow was thinking of their situation, just like he still had no idea what he himself thought of it, so there was a sort of fear inside of him that Bob would cut all ties out of the blue. There were after all many reasons to stop their activities, he knew that very well, and he realised the thought was scaring him.

Was he missing Bob?

"Bart?" Dave called out at the end of the day. He was cleaning the last table when his boss walked up to him. "Here, the rest of your paycheck. Keep doing a good job."

"Sweet! Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why are you keeping me? I'm not exactly the greatest waiter, I just showed up at the right time... Shouldn't you be looking for someone more qualified?"

"No, you're not the greatest, for sure," he laughed gruffly. "You're reliable and willing to get the job done, that's all I need. Plus, Robert vouched for you. He didn't confirm it directly, but I know you already knew eachother." Dave was staring at him intently, as though he tried to get the truth out of him.

"So, do you know why he's not coming these days?" Bart tried to ask as casually as he could, although the mention of Bob wasn't without an effect on him.

"Ah! Are you missing your favorite customer?" Sarah teased from across the empty café.

"Yeah, I'm missing his tips," he joked, "I hope they're accumulating for when he comes back, that'd be awesome."

"He's a good customer, but things don't work like that," his boss laughed heartily. "He's probably too busy at the moment, we don't get into the customers' business."

That was a rule Bart didn't abide by, at least for this particular customer. He could confront him by going back to the library, it wasn't that far from here – but decided against it. He made no promises to Bob, but as much as he missed the fun he didn't want to cross him.

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The evening was spent watching TV, lazily sitting on the couch with his sisters. Bart was happily emptying his mind with a good old family activity, though he couldn't say he was very focused on the movie, when his phone vibrated. He gave it a glance, a hidden number was calling. Strange, given the late hour, but he shrugged and picked up anyway.

"Hello, Bart."

Bart froze. He didn't answer the voice, instead he hastily got to his feet and rushed upstairs. He knew how sketchy it must have seemed, but he wasn't going to take any chances. How the hell had Bob got his number? Once his bedroom door was locked behind him, he put the phone back to his ear.

"Bob?"

"Ah, finally. You certainly took your time, there," the man answered in his typical baritone voice.

"I was with my family, I'm not gonna chat with you with them around!"

"Oh, Bart, are you this shy?" Bob smiled over the phone.

"No," he replied on the defensive, "but I'm not exactly gonna tell them you're calling me. I'm not stupid. Where have you been, anyway? I haven't seen you at the café for a while."

"Oh, no, do you miss me, Bart?" His smirk was obvious, especially given that he was absolutely right.

"You tell me, you're the one calling," Bart scoffed.

"I was alone in my hotel room, so I decided to give you a call."

"Hotel room? Where are you?"

"On a business trip, if you can call it that. It's all very dull and tedious, so I decided to call the one interesting person I cared to call."

Bart blushed. If that was a compliment, it was certainly unexpected for Bart who found nothing to say, instead he looked awkwardly around his room, like he could find a way to escape the conversation. Bob was away for work and decided to call him late at night - if Bob was missing him as well, that could be his own way to show it.

"How did you get my number, anyway?"

"I had to pull a few strings."

"Really? I didn't know you had any power as a library director," Bart sneered.

"You should know, you've visited me in my office."

Bart almost choked, feeling suddenly put on the spot. "You gave me a hickey, you asshole!"

He could hear a chuckle on the other end of the line. "Don't act so angry about it. I was surprised to see you come to me of your own volition, I'll admit, but I do remember you enjoyed it immensely."

Those words, coupled with that deep voice, Bart didn't need much more to feel his blood rush through his entire body. He sat down, trying not to remember their little fun time from a few days ago.

"You're in your bedroom, I take it?" The older man asked after a short silence.

"Yeah, I'm on my bed."

"What a lovely picture." Bart bit his bottom lip at his words but didn't respond. "Your birthday is very soon, yes? I'll have to come up with a very special present for you."

"You wanna get me a present? Like what?" Bart asked in disbelief.

"Why don't you tell me what you'd like?" Bob's voice had dropped to a devastatingly seductive tone, making all hair on Bart's body stand on end. His mind raced for a smart answer, but all that came up was a blank. Was Bob going to literally buy him something, or was it some sort of game on his part? He felt the answer was obvious but he was too stupid to know.

"What I -... I dunno? I... You..."

Bob chuckled. "Do I have this much of an effect on you? You can barely think of what you want?"

Bart hated it. Or perhaps he loved it, being a fumbling mess whenever Bob was around, even over the phone. But he had to come up with something, he couldn't let him win this one. "I don't know what I want, okay? I'm... kinda lost, I just know I..." More laughter from the other end of the line, Bart must have sounded more ridiculous than angry.

"When I'm back, I'll make sure we have all the time in the world, unlike last time. I could invite you over, what do you think? We can spend all day, or all night, in my house, with no one to interrupt..."

Bart's heart skipped a beat. His throat was dry, but he desperately wanted to play Bob's game. "In your house? What would we do?"

"Ah, you just love playing dumb, don't you? So I have to do all the work? Fine, I'll give you a taste of what's to come."

Bart was spellbound. He realised his hand was stroking his underbelly, near where his erection was slowly pushing against his pants. He licked his lips, his breathing unsteady, and just listened to the deep voice conveying arousing images into his ear.

"Oh, I can already picture you lying on my bed, squirming and begging for me. You just love begging, am I correct? I'll admit, it is music to my ears, so I should let you continue for a while."

Bob stopped. Bart was so caught up in imagining the other man's fantasy that he didn't catch on and wondered if that was his cue to respond. He pressed the phone closer to his ear and swallowed with difficulty while slowly lying on his back, his head on his pillow.

"Please..." He sighed out. "Please, Bob..."

"What an exquisite sight. But I feel you've waited long enough, perhaps I should join you on my bed, would you like that?"

"Yes, please..." Bart knew it was a poor response, but he couldn't exactly find the words to play along, as he had never done any kind of dirty talk over the phone before. Yet he couldn't help but slip a hand into his boxershort. He grabbed his erection and started stroking, praying no one would come knocking on his bedroom door.

"Good, Bart. Shall I start undressing you completely, or are you willing to do it yourself?" The voice taunted in his ear.

His erection was throbbing in his hand. Right now, there was only Bob, asking questions that were driving him mad with pleasure, and his scenario that seemed so far away from reality. Yet knowing the man, and himself as well, he knew it would happen eventually, and he simply couldn't wait for it to become true.

"I'll let you do it... I'm pretty sure that's what you want," Bart dared him, growing more comfortable in the conversation.

"Oh? So I really have to do all the work? You should be careful, Bart. If you keep talking back to me, I might not be so nice to you." Bob's voice became more dangerous, like a spider that had just trapped its prey and was playing with its food, not that Bart minded. Certainly not.

"Why not?" He sneered in provocation. There was Bob's mistake, telling him to behave. Now Bart had to push Bob's boundaries, he couldn't resist. "What are you gonna do?"

"I may not give you my address."

That was a short answer, one that left Bart confused on his bed. "Your- What do you mean?"

"I just gave you a small idea of what might happen one day. Now you need to do something for me, in return."

He sighed in frustration. "What?"

"I'm confident you have been masturbating, I want to hear you finish."

"Like you weren't touching yourself, too!"

"Do as I say, Bart."

The young man groaned and closed his eyes. Sighing, he set the phone down on his stomach, and despite the small humiliation, resumed masturbating. He smirked as he imagined Bob jerking off to him over the phone. That perv was no better than him. After a short while, his cum spurted out into his hand as he finished himself off. His breathing heavy and his body relieved, he put the phone back to his ear.

"There, you happy?"

"Very."

Bob proceeded to tell him his address, which Bart hastily wrote down on a piece of paper nearby.

"I'll see you soon," Bob ended the conversation and hung up abruptly.

Bart put his phone down and remained lying on his bed satisfied, his hand still stained with his cum, thankful no one interrupted this moment. He had much to look forward to.