You Get What You Paid For Ch. 04

"And then, that night I showed up at your apartment..." He scratches his head a bit. "After we had sex that night, I... Well, it kinda threw me for a loop."

Threw him for a loop? "What?" I ask, unsure what he means.

"I don't know why it did," he says. "I just realized money wasn't a factor. I didn't have that goal in mind."

I'm confused. "The goal?" I ask. What is he talking about?

"Money," he says simply before shifting in his seat. "I know it might sound weird, but the paycheck is what gets me... 'up' half the time," he says, using air quotes.

If by "up" he means "hard", then I understand. "Oh," I say.

"But that night was the first night on the job with a man where I wasn't thinking 'Hell yeah, a couple hundred more dollars in the bank'," he explains. "That night, with you, I just wanted to... y'know... be... with you..." He pauses to gauge my response before he laughs. "I sound stupid, don't I?"

He must see the little smile on my face. "No."

"Yeah I do," he says. "It sounds less dumb in my head, I swear."

"You don't sound dumb," I assure him, though he IS making my heart race. What is he saying, ultimately?

He smiles appreciatively before looking away. "I'm sorry I've been so distant, Teddy. Maybe I was a dick about it, and I'm sorry. I was going to reach out to you soon and explain everything once I got my shit together, got things back on track, found a new job, sorted through my fee-"

"'Found a new job'?" I interrupt, surprised.

"Yeah," he says, looking at me. "I'm quitting the whole escorting thing."

"Wait, what? Really?"

"I had my fun," he says, "and I played my part in, uh, soothing society." He flashes me a playful grin. "But it took up way too much of my time, and I want to focus on other things."

"Like?"

"My music. Getting to know the city better. Exploring new hobbies. Making new friends. Dating."

"You can't just escort a little less without quitting?" I ask. Even though I approve of him calling it quits, I know he loves his job.

"Honestly, I'm a little traumatized from my last client, so no," he says, laughing slightly.

I smile. "Fair."

"Plus, would YOU want to date an escort?" he asks. "No, right?"

I bite my lip. "In general, I guess not," I say. If I met someone on a first-date basis, it wouldn't be an attractive career path. Plus, I know he's had issues with dating as an escort in the past.

Adam nods, seemingly satisfied. "There we go."

I swallow. "But that's just me."

He smiles. "Well, your opinion kinda matters here."

I feel myself blushing all over, probably in places I never expected to blush before. It's the softness of his smile and the heat of his gaze. He's saying what I think he's saying, isn't he? Adam has some sort of feelings for me. Now it makes sense. Maybe he doesn't feel right taking my money now that he's crossed the line somehow - even though we both crossed that line together.

"Would you even be interested?" Adam asks softly.

I swallow. "In?"

"A date. With me." Then he clears his throat. "A real one."

For a while I just stare at him, frozen. Did Adam just ask me out? I can't find the words. Any words.

When I don't respond, he keeps talking. "I really fucking like you, Teddy," Adam says, his hand on his forehead as he confirms my suspicions. It's sort of adorable how shy he seems to be getting admitting his feelings. "You probably hate me a little bit, but I feel like we have-"

But he stops, because I'm laughing. I can't help it. I fall into a fit. It starts in my stomach, and I can't keep my lips closed tightly enough to hold it back.

Adam laughs slightly. "What?"

It takes me a moment to compose myself, and soon my laughs are reduced to soft chuckles. "This is so fucking ridiculous," I mutter, laughing as I rub my forehead.

"Oh," Adam says, clearing his throat. "I just thought-"

"I've been in love with you since I met you," I blurt out.

When I look at Adam, his eyes are opened a little wider. "Really?"

"Oh come on," I say, laughing. "You couldn't tell?"

"No," he says, and he grins when I give him an intensely skeptical look. "Okay, maybe a little," he admits, and both of us laugh.

I roll my eyes. "I can't believe you."

He just stares at me from across the couch, an easy grin on his lips. "So is that a yes to a date?"

I smile at him. "You want me to go on a date with you behind my boyfriend's back?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says, biting his bottom lip tenderly. "Or just break up with him. I know you don't like him that much."

"That's not true," I say defensively, even though it is. Jackson's a great guy, but unfortunately, what I feel for him is nothing compared to what I feel for Adam.

"'Everything's fine, Adam'," he says in a mock version of my voice.

"Fuck you," I say, grabbing a pillow and getting ready to hit him with it. As I swing, he smoothly manages to grip my wrist and tug me into him. I gasp slightly as my body is pulled forward, but he catches me easily and somehow gets his lips on mine within the blink of an eye. I melt right into the kiss, humming slightly against his lips as we hold position for several seconds.

When he pulls back, I take a breath slightly and then laugh nervously. I feel a lot of things right now, but mostly relief, like finally, the torment of worrying about Adam is over. Better yet, the stress I put myself through in crushing on Adam might actually be paying off. It's incredible. Am I actually going to get what I want? "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask. "You're not just feeling... weird and uncertain?"

He smiles. "Why would you think I'm not sure?"

"'Cause I don't have a vagina?"

Adam laughs. "So? I've fucked you how many times now?"

"Dating and fucking are two different things," I tell him, "and you've never dated a guy before."

"Because I've never been attracted to a guy before," he says. "Not like this." Then he smiles, scratching his chin. "Besides, it can't possibly be that different."

I can see where his thinking lies, but I'm still nervous that this is too good to be true. How many people can say they've turned the straight guy? "I don't want to be a temporary fix," I tell him. I think that's my biggest fear right now: that this is just exploratory for him. I don't want to be a guinea pig. I feel too deeply for that.

He nods in understanding. "I know," he says, rubbing my arms. "I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure."

I lick my lips a bit. Part of me is quick to doubt that, but another part of me wants to believe him. Maybe it really is simpler than I think. He likes you. Run with it, Teddy. "Fine," I say.

He raises his eyebrows. "Fine?"

"I'll go out with you."

He snorts. "Like you didn't want to."

"Two minutes ago you didn't even know that I liked you."

"And for the past two minutes, I did," he fires back, grinning.

I smile slightly as my eyes flicker down to his torso. "How are your ribs?" I ask him.

"My ribs?" He looks down a bit. "Uh, better, for the most part."

"So you can fuck me right this time?" I tease.

He immediately starts laughing. "You don't wanna grab dinner or something befo-?"

"No," I say, and I kiss him hard. He laughs against my lips a bit before he becomes focused on my mouth. We move them deeply against each other, working at a mild pace as we shift even closer to each other. Part of me wants to hop on top of him, but if he's not completely healed, I don't want to hurt his poor body. I need that body in good condition.

I feel Adam's hand slide up to the back of my head, his fingers getting in my hair, and I let out such a deep, satisfied moan against his lips that Adam smiles against me. "Someone's worked up."

"Sorry," I mutter.

"When's the last time you got off?" he asks against my lips, his other hand sliding down my back.

"I don't know," I say, trying to remember. "Been at least... five days, maybe?"

"Jesus," he says, laughing. He moves his hand around to the front and rubs his palm against my bulge, making me grunt.

"I've been too stressed, okay?"

"Let me take care of you," he says, kissing me again. I nod a little before I keep kissing him back, letting him reach into my lap to undo my belt. I listen to that metallic twinkle of the buckle being unclasped before he gets my pants opened. He doesn't go in, though - not yet. He slides his hands back around me, gripping onto my shirt as the kissing gets deeper, more insistent, lewder.

I do eventually have to pull back to catch my breath. I feel dizzy, but in a good way, panting as Adam smiles at me. "Fuck," I say, laughing breathily.

He chuckles. "What?"

"I just need to slow down for a moment," I say, smiling bashfully.

He grins a bit. "Then let's multitask and move this to the shower," he suggests, leaning in to kiss my neck. "You can relax... and I'll handle everything." My eyes roll back and I let out a soft moan.

"Uh huh," I murmur, but it takes us almost a full minute to move. He just keeps sucking on my neck, nibbling on the skin a bit before he moves down to my shoulder and then finally pulls away.

"C'mon," he says, standing up. I'm treated to the sight of a prominent tent in his loose pajama pants before I get to my feet. He has me step out of my pants before I follow him across the room towards the back where the bathroom is located. My first impression of it is positive. I see lots of green, leafy plants hung up around the quaint, cozy bathroom until my view is totally obstructed by Adam. He turns around, shuts the door behind me, and then pins me against it, kissing me hard.

My arms inevitably go around him, clutching at his shirt in tight bundles as he kisses me more deeply than I've felt him kiss me thus far. It's not because of his tongue, though. It's the way his body feels against mine, the way he's pushing against me. Wanting more of that contact, I tug at his shirt, desperate to lessen the layers between us. He lets me take his shirt off and toss it to the floor, watching me eye his body up close. I drag my fingers down his lean, toned torso, licking my lips, studying every freckle, every birthmark, each hair around his nipples, even the gold chain still hanging around his neck. He's so beautiful.

He leans in and gives me another deep kiss, simultaneously slipping his hand right into my underwear. I let out a muffled moan when he's got his fingers around my cock. He grips me tightly and gives me a few tugs before he breaks the kiss and starts dropping to his knees. I gulp a bit when he's eye-level with my groin. He quickly pulls my cock free from my underwear and, without wasting a moment, takes me in as deep as he can. My hands go right to his head as I lean back against the door, tensing and moaning. God, yes. I push my hips forward, slipping into his throat, and he groans a bit but otherwise takes my cock without complaint. I feel him grip my hips before his hands slide back to grab a cheek each. He squeezes firmly as he starts bobbing back and forth on me, slurping noisily. As I pump my hips slowly, I watch my cock slide back and forth, the glans peeking out from his lips on each pull-back. That's it, "straight boy".

Soon, he pulls back to take a breather. I look down at him licking his lips before he stands up, giving me a cocky little grin as he slides his pants off his hips and lets them drop to his ankles. My eyes travel down his body, and I raise my eyebrows at the fact that he's not wearing underwear. His cock is just completely out, in a semi-hard state, jutting away from his fuzzy, low-hanging balls.

Before I can think to touch him, he smiles and turns around, heading straight to the shower. He slides the glass to the side and turns the water on, testing the temperature. I don't follow him at first. I'm too preoccupied with staring at his ass, small but plump, with a hint of jiggle. He pokes his head out from behind the shower glass and says "You comin'?"

I blink. "Yeah." I drop my underwear to the floor, kicking it off my ankles and then taking my shirt off before heading over to the shower and stepping in with him. He moves to the side to give me some time under the spray first, and I hum softly when I feel the water hit my skin. It's the perfect temperature: slightly too hot - just the way I like it. When I turn around to have the water hit my back, Adam steps into me, holds my chin, and kisses me tenderly. These kisses are slower than before, but just as deep. He moves his hands to my hips as I wrap mine around him, pressing our fronts together.

We stay like that for a while, just kissing under the shower. We eventually break to soap each other up, but even that time is spent relishing each other's lips and the feel of our bodies, or letting hands roam and touch and explore. My soapy fingers find his cock as his find my hole, rubbing in circular motions. I keep a firm grip on his dick, now solid from my touch, and I moan as I press back against Adam's expert fingers teasing me, making sure I'm clean.

When he turns me around and presses me against the glass, I follow his lead, my hole already twitching like it knows what's coming. He presses into me, his cock sliding effortlessly between my cheeks before he grinds. A kiss on my neck, a kiss on my shoulder blade, a kiss on my spine. Slowly, he works his way down, and when he kisses the small of my back, getting his lips in that little nook just above the curve of my ass, he grips my hips and tugs me back more. I bend over a bit for him, spreading my legs.

I feel his hands wander slowly over my ass, his fingers gently kneading into the flesh before he grips each cheek and spreads them apart. Now I know my hole is exposed to him. I swallow thickly, waiting, anticipating, but nothing happens. He just holds my ass open. I bite my lip. What's he doing, staring? I tilt my head back slightly but I can't see what he's doing, if anything. Am I too hairy or somethi-?

I moan out, almost slipping when I feel his tongue. Motherfucker. I bite my lip and try to hold back my groans, my nails digging into the glass. There's nothing to grip, nothing to hold on to. I just try to keep balance while Adam dives in with his talented tongue, lapping at my hole repeatedly before pushing that slick muscle past my sphincter. Between the steam filling the room and his tongue filling me, I'm almost light-heated. I don't dare touch my cock lest I pass out.

I feel like I'm being pampered right now, treated to an electric, chilling sensation throughout my whole body the longer he eats me out. He knows it too. He knows what a mouth can do to me. After all, Adam is a pleaser, and all attention seems to be on me right now, from the delicious make out session to the deep blowjob to this beautiful assault on my hole. He said it himself: let him handle everything. If this is his way of apologizing, then I forgive him. I forgive him for anything and everything.

When I feel his finger at my hole, I gasp slightly. He applies the tiniest bit of pressure a few times before pushing one in. I tense up, standing on my tip-toes for a moment before I relax and welcome the intrusion. It's his middle finger. I can tell. Keeping that digit planted in me, he starts to stand up, sending quick kisses up to my neck before he gets to my earlobe and takes it between his teeth. My knees buckle. Thank God he wraps his other arm around me because I would have melted on the spot.

"I want you, Teddy," he mutters in my ear, his voice thick with sex.

I just nod. Is that enough of a response? Suddenly I can't speak.

"Only you."

God, he's killing me. Feeling a rush of affection, I crane my neck to snag his lips with mine, and he kisses me as deep as he can while rocking his finger back and forth, in and out of me. I moan softly, arching my back even more as a way of asking for it. The real thing. Soon he removes his finger and grabs his cock to rub the head between my cheeks. He teases me a bit, just moving it up and down and constantly sliding against my hole. I swear it's twitching for him. Please, Adam. Please.

He pulls away from me for a moment, and when I turn, I see him reach for a bottle: lube. It must work for shower situations because he graciously applies it to his cock, slicking it up until it shines. I lick my lips, eyeing every stroke until he positions himself behind me. With one hand on my lower back and the other on the base of his cock, he targets himself and then pushes forward.

I close one eye, my mouth opening as the head enters me. Adam lets out a long sigh before easing more of himself into me, nice and slow. Once he's about halfway, he lets go of himself, instead holding onto my hips and pulling me back against him. I gasp, moaning out a little as he gets deeper. God, I feel full. I let my head hang, taking deep breaths as he bottoms out inside me. Fuck. He nestles deep before leaning over and kissing between my shoulder blades.

"You okay, Teddy?" he asks.

I nod before lifting my head. "Yeah, just... It's intense." That's the only way to describe it. I feel electrified at every point of contact right now, a soft tingling dissipating throughout the rest of my body.

"Should we stop?"

"No, no," I say, shaking my head. "Just go slow."

He kisses my neck before wrapping his arms around me, practically hugging me. He does as I ask (as he normally does) and takes it slow, grinding himself against me and only giving me light, slow thrusts. And it feels so damn good. The water splashes us gently as we rock against each other, moaning and panting and touching. Adam lets his hands roam my front, one settling for my nipple and the other for my cock. I let out a small whimper when his fingers wrap around my shaft one by one. Between his thumb and index finger playfully teasing my nipple and his hand stroking my intensely hard cock and him grinding so deeply inside of me... I'm going to lose it.

It feels like I haven't been touched in years, and Adam is bringing me back to that first night we shared together. It was like I had forgotten how good it all feels, how meaningful sexual intimacy is, how right it can be. Adam and I have always had great sex, and it always felt better than just a simple hook-up, on par with what I had with Miguel. It has purpose and passion. And now that Adam has actually caught feelings for me, I know I can trust my gut. My gut was fucking right about this.

Suddenly, Adam leans into my ear and asks "Where do you want me to cum?"

I can't even answer him, because his words tip me right over the edge. I groan, shutting my eyes tightly as my orgasm hits me like a fucking bus. It starts in my head, of all things, before I feel it boiling in my balls. Then, as my hole tenses around Adam's manhood, my cock surges and sprays ropes of cum all over the glass door. I pant, finding it difficult to catch my breath, my orgasm feeling oddly endless until finally, I breathe out.

Just as I'm at the end of my climax, Adam is hitting his. I hear him grunt before he pushes forward a touch deeper, gripping onto me even more tightly. He's cumming, right inside my hole. I can feel his cock throbbing as it spews his load deep into me. It has a strangely calming effect on me, feeling incredibly intimate despite the fact that we still haven't talked about not using condoms. Not that I would have cared. I want him inside me, one way or another.

Adam rests his forehead against the back of my neck as he catches his breath, moving his hands to my hips. He holds them there for a bit, his thumbs gently stroking my skin before kissing my neck again. "Stay over tonight," he says.

How could I object? There's still so much to talk about, so much of his brain to pick at, so much to explore. So I just smile and nod a little, reaching back to take his hands and wrap them around me. "I'm all yours."