snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (2/4)
anonymous
July 16 2009, 22:05:43 UTC
snapshots from a rentboy's photo album ~ pretty when you lie
It's been a year and a half since Alfred left, and three weeks since Arthur found him. Three weeks since Arthur has been fucking him.
When Arthur comes for Alfred this time, Alfred is not alone.
"Perhaps," Arthur says on impulse, "your friend would like to join us." He thinks there's a flicker of something in Alfred's eye when he says it, but Arthur can't be sure.
Alfred's words only shrug: "You should ask him."
Arthur does, and of course the boy-Matthew-accepts.
Of course he does.
At the room Arthur has rented, they all undress themselves. Then Arthur has Alfred sit in a chair while he and Matthew get on the bed, and Arthur fingers Matthew while Matthew sucks him off. Arthur watches Alfred the whole time; he can't tell exactly how Alfred is engaged in the scene. He thinks Alfred is keeping eye contact with him for the most part, but he also thinks Alfred's gaze slips to Matthew now and again. When Alfred starts stroking himself languidly, Arthur doesn't know if it's for the sight of both him and Matthew, or if Alfred is focused on one of them.
Arthur never thought Alfred would want anyone but him.
After Arthur comes, he slaps Matthew on the arse and Matthew climbs off. "You can get dressed now," Arthur tells him. Matthew pulls on his jeans. Before he zips up, Arthur kneels up on the bed and stuffs the payment inside the jeans, thanking Matthew as he does it. His hand grazes Matthew's erection, still full. At Matthew's sharp inhale and involuntary shiver, Arthur's eyes slide to Alfred: Alfred is watching, so Arthur deliberately flicks his thumb across Matthew's cockhead a couple of times.
Arthur slides his hand in farther, far enough to brush his fingertips against Matthew's balls, and then caresses back up the shaft. He takes another hundred dollar bill and puts it in Matthew's hand. Bringing Matthew's hand to his pants, Arthur touches the money to Matthew's cock. When Arthur lets go, Matthew strokes himself off with the money in his hand.
The boy picks up his shirt and shoes after his orgasm and leaves without putting them on, without another word. There's a glance between Matthew and Alfred as Matthew passes him on the way to the door; Arthur doesn't know what it means.
Once the door has closed, Arthur and Alfred look at each other. Then Arthur gets up and goes over to the chair. He's hard again, and so is Alfred.
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Alfred asks calmly.
Arthur shakes his head.
"Want me to fuck you?"
Arthur nods. He stands before Alfred as Alfred takes the lube and slicks up; then when Alfred reaches for him, Arthur moves to straddle his lap.
"Be in love with me again," Arthur says. "I'll be in love with you, too, this time."
"Promise?" Alfred asks.
"Yes." Arthur doesn't blink. "You're the love of my life."
"You're pretty when you lie." Alfred smiles as he pulls Arthur down onto his cock. "So fucking pretty when you lie."
It's been a year and a half since Alfred left, and three weeks since Arthur found him. Three weeks since Arthur has been fucking him.
When Arthur comes for Alfred this time, Alfred is not alone.
"Perhaps," Arthur says on impulse, "your friend would like to join us." He thinks there's a flicker of something in Alfred's eye when he says it, but Arthur can't be sure.
Alfred's words only shrug: "You should ask him."
Arthur does, and of course the boy-Matthew-accepts.
Of course he does.
At the room Arthur has rented, they all undress themselves. Then Arthur has Alfred sit in a chair while he and Matthew get on the bed, and Arthur fingers Matthew while Matthew sucks him off. Arthur watches Alfred the whole time; he can't tell exactly how Alfred is engaged in the scene. He thinks Alfred is keeping eye contact with him for the most part, but he also thinks Alfred's gaze slips to Matthew now and again. When Alfred starts stroking himself languidly, Arthur doesn't know if it's for the sight of both him and Matthew, or if Alfred is focused on one of them.
Arthur never thought Alfred would want anyone but him.
After Arthur comes, he slaps Matthew on the arse and Matthew climbs off. "You can get dressed now," Arthur tells him. Matthew pulls on his jeans. Before he zips up, Arthur kneels up on the bed and stuffs the payment inside the jeans, thanking Matthew as he does it. His hand grazes Matthew's erection, still full. At Matthew's sharp inhale and involuntary shiver, Arthur's eyes slide to Alfred: Alfred is watching, so Arthur deliberately flicks his thumb across Matthew's cockhead a couple of times.
Arthur slides his hand in farther, far enough to brush his fingertips against Matthew's balls, and then caresses back up the shaft. He takes another hundred dollar bill and puts it in Matthew's hand. Bringing Matthew's hand to his pants, Arthur touches the money to Matthew's cock. When Arthur lets go, Matthew strokes himself off with the money in his hand.
The boy picks up his shirt and shoes after his orgasm and leaves without putting them on, without another word. There's a glance between Matthew and Alfred as Matthew passes him on the way to the door; Arthur doesn't know what it means.
Once the door has closed, Arthur and Alfred look at each other. Then Arthur gets up and goes over to the chair. He's hard again, and so is Alfred.
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Alfred asks calmly.
Arthur shakes his head.
"Want me to fuck you?"
Arthur nods. He stands before Alfred as Alfred takes the lube and slicks up; then when Alfred reaches for him, Arthur moves to straddle his lap.
"Be in love with me again," Arthur says. "I'll be in love with you, too, this time."
"Promise?" Alfred asks.
"Yes." Arthur doesn't blink. "You're the love of my life."
"You're pretty when you lie." Alfred smiles as he pulls Arthur down onto his cock. "So fucking pretty when you lie."
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