Chapter 62 - Bedtime Stories
Back at Freeman's, in the early hours of the next morning, beds are sought after all the party antics.
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Ride the rhythm, feel the beat
Watch the moonlight start to creep
And say you'll stay
Well that good old grapevine
Always seems to find a way
To say all the things I'm too afraid
Would you come on up and stay
Look outside the window dear
Dream of getting out of here, but stay
Would you creep inside and stay, yeah
Say you'll stay with me tonight
Say you'll hold me all the while
Say you'll stay with me tonight
Tonight, tonight
Stop trying not to feel this way
Stop listening to what they say
We've heard it all before
'Say You'll Stay' Luke Thompson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5-G8448S4o
After Sawyer had run from their kiss, Naveen stood in the hall for several long minutes. His legs still felt weak, and he could acutely feel every bit of himself; from the hair on his arms to the energy that ran through his very being seem to reach out in the direction Sawyer had gone. When it became painfully clear that Sawyer--or anyone who had seen him dash off--wasn't about to climb up the stairs again, Naveen closed his eyes and sank into the emotions crashing over him.
There was no making sense of it. Naveen didn't even try. It was so out of character for the both of them. A kiss. Had it been any other client, at any other time, Naveen would have cut the contact off quickly and forced the man to his knees. And then think of his punishment for initiating the contact. But now, with Sawyer, it would have felt forced and incredibly inappropriate, no matter how lovely his Joshua looked when kneeling.
It took quite a while for Naveen to feel capable of walking, and even then as he continued up the stairs to the attics, he was slow moving and swaying slightly. Drunk on kisses; that's what he was, damn it. Kisses and the few drinks he'd had through the night. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Naveen leaned heavily against the wall next to his room, sending up a prayer that Warrick hadn't arrived yet. Naveen needed time alone in his room to comfort himself with the familiarity of his things.
His hopes were dashed almost immediately when Orli's distinctive, bright voice came from within. "Bloody perfect." Now, not only would he not have his room to himself, but Naveen would have to find new lodgings for the night. He slipped quickly into the neighboring room, not bothering to check its occupancy beforehand. Craig would surely be with Marton by now, and Naveen had seen Greg go off with Stokes. Their sessions usually lasted quite some time. Naveen suspected there was cuddling involved.
They were obviously in love. Not necessarily the disillusioned fantasy Jack and Boone had of some fairy-book romance, but the sweet courtship of two youngsters, with all the blushing and giggling that came with it. If Naveen were being honest, he'd say that Greg was one of the ones who truly deserved to find someone that he could be with the rest of his life like that. And unlike the other pair, they actually stood a chance of being able to have their happy ending.
But while those four fools were in all sorts of love, none could compare to what Naveen felt for Sawyer. He didn't want to be courted. He wanted to fully train Joshua to attend to his every need and sexual whim. He didn't want sweet nothings. He wanted to hear Sawyer scream out in pain and pleasure. No, whatever he was feeling, it wasn't love. Naveen had never loved, and that wasn't changing now. But there were these different feelings that he still needed to deal with.
The bed, was--as he'd predicted--blissfully empty, and with a heavy sigh he sprawled as far across it as he could. Putting the emotions aside for a moment, Naveen relived the kiss, and let out a happy hum as he began to lightly doze.
Greg was feeling a little morose as he climbed the stairs to his attic room after Nick left. They'd been cuddling and dozing quite happily together for some time after their session, when Nick had suddenly stirred and practically lept out of bed, as if he realised he couldn't possibly stay the whole night. Greg knew it wasn't like Nick didn't want to be with him, but no matter what he liked to imagine, it probably wasn't likely to become anything serious. He really should spend more time courting some of his other regulars, like Mr. Grissom, who seemed to like him quite a lot, and usually asked for him.
Sighing as he reached the doorway to the room he shared with Craig, Greg paused, squinting into the interior as the light from the corridor showed someone still clothed lying across the double bed. It wasn't Craig--who, if Greg guessed right, was probably sharing Mr. Marton's bed with their boss and one of the girls, if not curled up in a room with Major Heinz (if Sawyer had let him go)--but... Naveen.
Greg flicked a glance at the door to the room the East Indian shared with Warrick and wondered briefly whether the man's roommate had a guest of his own-and who it could be-before turning his attention back to Naveen.
There was something off about the man, he was certain of it, but he couldn't place his finger on what it might be. In any case, he might just be annoyed about being forced to find somewhere to sleep, so Greg shrugged and stepped into the room, quietly shedding his clothes and folding them onto a chair.
Greg didn't mind Naveen really, even though he was a little intimidated by him sometimes. The Dom had always shown himself to be very considerate of his co-workers, unless they deserved his scorn. He mightn't always be very friendly, but Greg could hardly turn him away when he was likely to have the room to himself all night. He'd have to get Naveen under the covers at least, though.
"Naveen?" he whispered, crouching by the bed.
"Hmm?" Naveen shifted, clinging desperately to the bare vestiges of sleep. But the presence of another person made that near impossible. It still took him quite a while to fall asleep with Warrick next to him.
His eyes slowly opened, and he sighed, "Greg. Hello." Sitting up, Naveen curved his back in a stretch. "I didn't expect to see you so soon, I am sorry. Warrick is entertaining Orli.
"Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I do not wish to impose..." He wouldn't go to share with Ian; chances are if Greg preferred he slept somewhere else, Naveen would go and stay in the Ruby Room. But that bed was uncomfortable for sleeping, and right now that room would do nothing but remind him of Josh. And he would never get any sleep that way.
"Oh, Mr. Grissom wanted me to express his thanks for the pleasant interlude with you earlier this evening." Naveen gave a predatory grin. This was a much safer topic, and it kept his mind far from his Joshua. "He wishes to make an appointment with you for later this week, if that agrees with you."
So Warrick was back with Orli? That was interesting. The two were fast friends now of course, but somehow Greg had assumed Orli would be in Mr. Sean's bed tonight. He'd been virtually attached to the man's arm all night and everyone knew Sean hadn't had much opportunity to 'dip his wick' as much as he'd have liked with the pretty newcomer, now Orli was no longer a virgin. There had been several business deals lately that seemed to drag him away far more than he was here, and Greg had heard Orli telling Warrick only yesterday that it really wasn't fair he hadn't been able to spend time with Sean.
Warrick, interestingly, didn't seem at all jealous of Mr. Sean, so whatever fear Mr. Marton had of the two new boys becoming too fond of each other, it didn't seem to be coming true. And Greg knew for a fact that Boone had been 'teaching' Orli a few tricks, which he'd also heard Orli whispering to Warrick about earlier. A grin flitted across his face momentarily as he remembered hearing the evidence of that, and of course, he'd missed Boone sneaking in with him and Craig, so even had he not overheard the exchange of information or the erotic noises, he'd have worked it out for himself.
"Of course you can stay," he nodded to Naveen, "You're not imposing. But it is cold out here and if you want to be as warm as I'd like to be, can we get under the bedclothes? Take off all your clothes if you want; I promise not to touch unless you want me to," he offered cheekily.
Greg had absolutely no doubt that Naveen wouldn't let him anywhere near if he didn't want Greg touching him. They'd had sex for work enough times that it would hardly matter one way or another, but right now, Naveen looked a little down and Greg just wanted to cheer him up a bit. Looking at the attractive face of Freeman's most widely experienced whore, Greg was sure his job must be quite lonely at times. Even having Warrick to share a room with hadn't seemed to change that, and Greg let his thoughts rest on Sawyer briefly.
The two of them seemed to have a very strange relationship; nothing like he and Nick had, but they undoubtedly felt something for each other or they wouldn't both act so strangely whenever the other was about. He knew Sawyer rarely took the dominant role in sex other than with Greg, and he wondered what it was that made the gambler want to fuck Greg when with everyone else he let them do it to him.
And what was that whole thing with Dr. Jack? They'd had some kind of fling years ago, but it was hard to imagine the gentle doctor fucking Sawyer through a mattress until he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Maybe that's why things hadn't worked for them? Who the hell knew?
Letting go of that line of thought as Naveen mentioned Mr. Grissom, Greg blushed hotly. Greg knew exactly why the older man would have been speaking to Naveen. Lady Heather was here tonight and he'd seen Mr. Grissom in her company at one point, knowing what that implied.
Mr. Grissom was one of Greg's strongest admirers, after Nick, and he had even off-handedly suggested one time that he'd happily put Greg up in his own flat one day if Greg would promise not to see other men when he was gone. Of course, Greg had laughed that off, thinking he was joking, but there were times since then when Greg had wondered if maybe Mr. Grissom was more serious than he knew.
"Uh... later this week should be fine. Did he say which day? I... uh... Nick... uh, Mr. Stokes... has booked in for a couple of sessions and I have four or five other appointments here and there too. Of course, I'm sure if he sees Miss Marg," Greg blushed again, looking away for a second as he mentioned the red-head's name and remembering how she often helped out with certain 'things' Mr. Grissom enjoyed when he was here to visit Naveen rather than Greg, "she'll ensure he finds something to suit him... uh, a time available," he garbled rapidly, sure Naveen would be laughing at the unintended innuendo.
Naveen nodded at Greg's suggestion, and sat up, tugging his tunic off over his head. Next he untied the thong that held his curls back, and as his hair fell down his back he set that on the table next to the bed. After a moment's hesitation Naveen stood, and pushed his silk pants down off his hips. They pooled at his feet, and he turned slowly to meet Greg's eyes as the young whore finished his ramble.
"No, he didn't say when. But you're right, Marg would only schedule him when you were free." Naveen faltered as he climbed into the bed. Joshua had been exiting Marg's rooms. The only reason he would have been there would be if he had been making an appointment. Naveen's breath shortened, and he had to look away from Greg. He didn't think he could handle seeing Sawyer any time soon, not until he had had time to really think about what tonight meant.
"You and the policeman are becoming quite inseparable, it seems." In fact, Naveen had to admit he was surprised that Greg was here so soon after the display earlier. "He appears to be a good man. Noble, as well." Naveen offered Greg a small smile. He and Stokes were a good fit for each other. It would only be a matter of time before Greg left Freeman's to pursue a life with him, Naveen was sure. "Do you love him?"
Greg held his breath, standing up carefully, as Naveen let his curls down. God, his hair was gorgeous, and it really did set off his skin tones so well. His body was beautiful too; well toned and perfectly in proportion. Greg couldn't help admiring it, although he tried to keep his eyes on Naveen's face.
When the man pushed his pants off, and Greg caught sight of the marks on his ass, he couldn't stop the frown that crossed his face. Sure that he'd be in trouble if he questioned what he saw as Naveen turned towards him like there was nothing there, Greg made his expression soften and tried to keep his eyes on Naveen's face.
This distraction didn't stop Greg noticing Naveen's manner though, and he narrowed his eyes, wondering what had just occurred to the other whore.
And then he was talking about Nick; even offering compliments about him, to Greg's surprise. And even more surprising was the question at the end, which appeared to be serious; no kind of tease or superior look attached to it.
Greg moved onto the bed, lifting the bedding back to climb in and holding it up until Naveen followed him. They sat in the bed, rather than lying, at first; somehow it seemed more appropriate since they were obviously going to converse for a while. The flickering lamp at a low setting on the bedside table caused shadows around them, but was useful to help judge Naveen's mood.
Naveen definitely seemed somber tonight, and Greg wondered if something had happened with Sawyer, as he thought over his answer to Naveen's question.
"Do I love him?" he repeated slowly, studying Naveen's eyes. "I'm not sure. I care about him more than any other client I have, but... it's silly to fall in love with a client, isn't it? It's not like they'll seriously consider wanting to spend their lives with our type, is it? What about you and Sawyer?" he added, nervously, unsure whether Naveen would want to speak about his own favourite client. "He... he visits you more than any other; it's obvious he's smitten, despite what happened the other week with Dr. Jack."
Greg could feel his heart speed up, but he hoped that Naveen's question to him meant he was willing to talk. He genuinely welcomed the opportunity to discuss things with him, if that's what Naveen wanted. He was sure the experienced Dom probably had difficulty talking about anything to do with 'love' with anyone around here, and maybe he needed to occasionally.
Naveen pursed his lips. "You're mistaken, Sawyer isn't any more smitten with me than he is with you. I used to wonder if he was growing too attached, as is known to happen with clients who come for what I have to offer... but I was wrong as well. Which is for the best. Had he really had feelings, in all good conscience I would have had to stop seeing him."
Looking down at his hand, Naveen twisted the thick silver ring on his middle finger. He remembered the night he got it. Joshua had been at the tables, having one of his rare unlucky nights. He seemed in a foul mood, and was snapping at everyone. Towards the end of the night, he'd eventually made quite a fuss and put the ring up, only to lose it to the house. Naveen had eventually ended up with it. It was beautiful, and he enjoyed wearing it, but it always did remind him of its previous owner.
"But yes, you are quite right. Our clients come to us because we can give them things their other partners cannot. And that's not love. But I'm sure there are a few exceptions out there. Where love finds a way." Like Ian's former roommate, who had found love with a client.
Looking into Greg's eyes, Naveen tried not to let the heaviness he felt grow in his chest affect him. "You are incredibly good at what you do, Greg, but if you feel you've found something... You should embrace it."
Greg's face darkened slightly, and Naveen was sure that he had misstepped. "I'm sorry, ignore me. I'm the last person you want love advice from. I barely even felt fondness for my parents." He gave an uncomfortable laugh, and began to fiddle with his hair. "I think I must have overindulged this evening."
The words Naveen spoke about Sawyer definitely didn't agree with the man's manner, as far as most of the house saw it. Some of them hadn't realised immediately, but the gossip and speculation that went around made it impossible not to take notice. Greg had seen with his own eyes how Sawyer and Naveen watched each other when they thought no-one watched.
He said nothing for a moment though, watching the other man play with his ring. Greg had a flash of memory of someone else wearing it, or one very like it at least, someone with paler hands, and he tried to latch on to who it was, but for now it escaped him. Naveen had been wearing it for some time, but this memory seemed to relate to fairly recently; how Greg knew that, he wasn't sure, and he got the feeling it was a different ring, although very similar.
When Naveen went on, he looked up, forgetting the ring for now. Greg frowned slightly, unsure what to make of such comments. Did he love Nick? He knew it wasn't worth thinking about too much; the man was unlikely to do anything even if he felt the same way.
Naveen definitely seemed edgy, he thought, still watching him as he played with his hair. Had something happened? He wasn't the type to overindulge; not usually.
"I can't..." Greg started, and then took a breath. Maybe Naveen just needed what they all needed much of the time; the reason why so many of them enjoyed sleeping with each other, and so very often was exactly that: sleeping.
Tentatively, he turned slightly and reached for Naveen's hand where he played with his hair. Taking it gently, he offered the man a concerned look as he reached his other hand towards Naveen's face. Stroking lightly against his beard for a moment, he decided to say something he might have kept back in another situation; something he'd never discussed with anyone else beyond the basic differences in the way the man was with him in bed.
"Sawyer is... when he's with me, he's a gentle and considerate lover, Naveen, and I know that's different to how he is with most people here. I mean... I know he bottoms most of the time and he likes it rough--I'm not stupid--but he doesn't do that with me, and although I don't know why he chooses me for that, I think that's what he wants from the person he cares about most. Not me; I'm not who he wants, I know that, and that's okay. I'm not in love with him anyway. He does two things when he's with me that I've never mentioned to anyone before, and I think you should know about them."
Unsure whether Naveen would open up if he offered up a trust from the gambler like this, Greg paused, waiting for Naveen's reaction before he went on.
"Yes, I probably should know about them. With my clients, I pride myself on knowing everything that composes their sexuality. I'd like to think it's a gift I have; knowing someone's secret desires. And that makes it so I can give them what they need." Finally Naveen pulled back from the touch to his face. It had felt awkward, without sex involved... if oddly compelling.
"Joshua has hidden parts of his sexuality from me. The Gods know how long he and the Doctor lived together in their domestic bliss. I can see him fucking you, but having sex with that drunken buffoon? And telling him how he loved him..." Naveen's lip curled. It was wrong, the image of the two of them wrapped tightly around each other and whispering sweet words to each other. Disgusting.
"So yes, I should know. But obviously Sawyer kept these things from me for a reason. Even if in doing so he gets less from me than he should." Naveen sighed, and went back to fiddling with his hair.
Greg hesitated as Naveen spoke, pulling his hand away when the other whore moved as if he was uncomfortable with being touched so.
Should he say? Sawyer kept these things from me for a reason. Was that true, or just something Naveen felt to be true? One of the things he did certainly had nothing to do with 'keeping' it from Naveen; the other, perhaps.
Naveen's comments about Dr. Jack and Sawyer said a lot that Naveen's other words about his feelings for Sawyer had denied, so perhaps it would help for Naveen to know.
"One of the things... he never fails to mention you." Greg looked up sharply, afraid that Naveen would think Sawyer told him particulars of what they did when they were in the Ruby Room or wherever. "Oh, he doesn't say much-certainly not about what he does with you, don't worry-but he always has some comment or question about you."
Letting that sink in, Greg took a deep breath. Although Naveen said Sawyer wasn't smitten with him, no-one mentioned someone else as often as that unless they were somehow interested, and the look in Sawyer's eyes at those times...
The other thing Sawyer did was more telling in a way, and Greg was reluctant to discuss it much; somehow sure it was a very private thing that had only happened with a few other people. In his mind's eye, he could imagine Sawyer treating Naveen that way, and yes, even Dr. Jack, no matter what Naveen wanted to believe.
Naveen hadn't seen the fight between the two of them, and although Greg hadn't imagined anything sexual or loving between them beforehand, just the fact of how they both acted like angry and betrayed lovers that day made Greg wonder. He'd thought back to sessions with Sawyer and seen how things might have been good between them once, especially if he treated Jack like he did Greg on the occasions the gambler paid for his services.
Naveen pulled his knees up to his chest, and sat his chin on top of them. Nothing seemed to make sense any more. Sawyer didn't make sense any more. Things were never going to be the same, not after the kiss.
Why did Josh do it? It was such a short time ago that he turned away from such contact. But this kiss was like both of their continued existences depended on it.
And why had Naveen responded the way he had? He had submitted to the kiss. What he should have done was flip Josh and pin him to the wall. Fucked his mouth with his tongue. At least reasserted his place in their relationship.
No, things were never going to be the same between them again. And what did it mean if Joshua mentioned him to Greg? And what was this other thing?
Greg studied Naveen as he appeared to go all introspective. He scrunched down a little in the bed, pulling the blankets up his chest, thinking about his wording before he said more.
The funny thing was that what Sawyer came to him for--the care and gentleness he exhibited in their sessions--was not something he'd expect the gambler to do with anyone he paid for. It was odd in a way, although Greg had other customers who liked similar things. It was more that this was Sawyer, a man who was known to like it rough, and who rarely showed his tender side, he supposed. The manner reminded Greg of a lover, not a client, which is why he supposed it was something Sawyer usually only did with someone he cared about greatly. Jack had obviously been such a partner, but Greg was not, so why him? Perhaps he reminded Sawyer of someone, or he was a certain type of man that Sawyer knew his secrets wouldn't be spilled, despite how easily Greg often opened his mouth to spread gossip.
What had kept him quiet about Sawyer, he wasn't completely sure, although the man hadn't specifically said he shouldn't mention anything about their encounters. Perhaps it was exactly that; the thought that Sawyer was treating him as he had previous lovers, not whores? Whatever it was, Sawyer had evidently been grateful not to hear his secrets whispered back to him, as he'd come back for more several times. His manner about the house was always different from usual on the nights he ended up with Greg; and Greg would see something in his eyes that he didn't quite understand. Knowing about Dr. Jack as he did now, the look seemed to make more sense at last.
Was he right to tell Naveen? Looking back at the other whore at last, he wasn't surprised to note that Naveen had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he'd barely noticed Greg's hesitation.
Just tell him. If there is love here too, it may help and you know it.
Why should all of the whores here be denied love? He doubted he and Nick would ever have more than they currently had. In Nick's job, if he wanted to advance, the likelihood of him taking a male lover into his home was close to nil, and much as Greg wouldn't care what Nick did, he doubted his best client would give up his career for a whore.
"Sawyer..." he began carefully when Naveen's eyes met his again at last, "He likes to slowly undress me. He'll take his time, closing his eyes and... well, he practically worships my body with his mouth and hands. It's not me he's thinking of when it does it though; I know that. He wouldn't keep his eyes closed if it was me. It's like... I'm a substitute for someone he once knew..." He blushed slightly, checking the expression in Naveen's eyes at these words, sure the man's knowledge would supply the person Sawyer was remembering without further help. "And after that... when he enters me... he holds me close; so close that for just a little while... it's like... like I'm more important than anyone else."
Greg swallowed, remembering the tenderness and the look in Sawyer's eyes as he opened them afterwards. Whatever Sawyer saw in Greg's expression at that time, it obviously wasn't what he was looking for, though. Greg liked Sawyer well enough, and he loved the way Sawyer treated him then, but in his heart of hearts, it wasn't Sawyer who filled his senses. Greg's eyes closed during those pleasurable moments and he remembered his own sweet images of Nick, who was equally as loving and tender, but whose thoughts were clearly locked to Greg when they made love. Perhaps Sawyer saw Nick in Greg's eyes; he couldn't know, as they rarely talked then until they'd recovered, when it was all back to business and Sawyer's usual cocky charm.
Turning his eyes back to Naveen, Greg furrowed his brow, still worried he'd betrayed Sawyer somehow, seeing the expression in Naveen's eyes, but equally convinced it might benefit the other whore somehow. Could it be that whatever had got the man so disconcerted tonight was Sawyer?
A surge of jealousy burned through Naveen. He buried his face in his legs, and wrapped his arms around himself. That damn doctor again. Always the damn doctor. Someone he once knew... More important than anyone else... Sawyer had said that his doctor-lover had been 'more important than anyone else...' Obviously he still was, in some way or another.
Which raised even more questions about why Josh did what he had done, and what it meant for them now. Naveen's chest tightened, and his confusion was in full force. Why was Greg telling him this? Sawyer did none of these things with him. And he wouldn't.
"Why do you say this?" Naveen looked over at Greg, peering out from behind the curtain of dark curls. "How is this supposed to benefit me? He worships my cock when I wish it of him, and he's never going to fuck me."
The kiss came to mind again, and the emotion behind it. Naveen wished that he was alone. Alone to meditate, to relax, to consider what exactly had happened tonight. Greg was just confusing him more.
"I should leave." Naveen pushed the blankets aside, and stood. He didn't look at Greg as he began to gather his clothes; he could feel the eyes on his back and didn't want to give Greg the satisfaction of knowing what his emotions were. "I'll just go sleep in the Ruby Room tonight."
Clothing held tight in his arms, Naveen finally glanced at the other man and gave a small, curt nod. "Thank you for your hospitality, Greg."
"No, don't go," Greg insisted, hopping quickly out of the bed and putting his hand on the armful of clothing Naveen held. "That bed's not even comfortable for sleeping in, and... look, Naveen... I don't mean to pry, but... did Sawyer do something tonight? You're not... just, please? I won't say anything else if you don't want me to, but..." he shrugged, letting his hand touch Naveen's for a moment before taking it back completely and looking at him sympathetically. "I do love Nick. It's not wrong. And if you care about Sawyer in any way, you have to know that... well, I'm sure he'd do whatever you wanted, even..." He bit his lip, taking a chance with his next words, "...if it's fucking you. There's no way he's 'just a client', Naveen, no matter what you believe.
"Look, lets not talk about it any more, huh? Just... come back to bed, let's go to sleep? It's late and we're both tired. I hate sleeping alone and Craig won't be back tonight. You know he ends up with Marton more nights than any of the other boys? I'm actually starting to think Marton's got more than a little soft spot for him. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't mind that Marton almost always wants a girl in bed too? What do you think? Livvie's always full of what they've done the next morning too, which is so funny. I never imagined girls would be so into what men do when they're together, but she positively gets off on it."
Greg knew he was prattling now, but he moved back towards the bed, sure that Naveen would rather leave the subject of Sawyer for now. The offer to talk was out there now, and he hoped that Naveen would realise that if he could keep Sawyer's secrets, Greg could certainly keep Naveen's, should he want someone to talk to another day.
Naveen was shocked that Greg actually stopped him. He hadn't expected that Greg had the backbone to stand up to him. But the color drained from his face when Greg asked him what had happened this evening. The Dom hadn't thought he'd been so obvious. From now on he would have to be more careful about what he said, if he wanted to stop even more rumors from spreading.
The change of topic to Marton and Greg's roommate made Naveen's face soften. "Maybe that's because Craig's the only one who doesn't have deeper entanglements?" He began to move back towards the bed, but slowly. "And it makes sense to me that Liv would like two men together. How many clients do the girls get who want to see them together?"
Naveen chuckled softly, and shook his head, "Not like many of the girls mind. Have you ever noticed how many of them end up in bed with each other at the end of the night?" They tended to keep it more quiet than the boys did, but it definitely happened.
"That is when they haven't been wooed by Billy and Dom. Claire I know, and probably Liv too, have ended up with those two more than once." It was almost cute in a way, how the girls were so fond of the two Britishmen. Not many of the boys paid them much mind, and Naveen had a feeling that the 'Terrible Twosome' had been using those things to their advantage.
Raising his eyebrows as he thought about what Naveen said, Greg realised that it probably did make sense. It was true some of the men liked to watch the girls playing, and he had heard the odd noise or two from the girls' dormitory that implied more than just friendship or stories being exchanged. It didn't interest Greg, but he could understand why it happened.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he nodded, climbing back into the bed now Naveen seemed to be coming back, "and Billy and Dom... those two could charm the pants off anyone, the little buggers. I still need to give them the payback they deserve for what happened in the park the other week. Poor Orli! And I suppose the ring they used on me was yours? I'm sorry I lost it," he blushed slightly, looking shyly at Naveen, "but it was all a bit of a shock, and when Warrick shook me, I dropped it. You should have seen his face though!"
Greg grinned, remembering. In hindsight, he supposed it was quite funny, although he hadn't thought so at the time. "He must have wondered how I managed to get his precious Orli on his knees like that!" Greg offered Naveen another cautious look before adding, "He's a nice kid, but I'm not really interested in him like that. Warrick is awfully protective of him, isn't he?"
Knowing that discussing Sawyer's interest in Warrick wasn't a safe topic, and therefore Naveen's roommate was probably not a good subject for sexual discussion any further than the amusement value from his outrage at having caught Greg and Orli in such a compromising position the other week, Greg let his interest in Warrick drop.
"Anyway... Livvie was so funny last week when she was describing Craig's expression..." he prattled on for a bit longer, telling Naveen in an approximation of Livvie's soft voice all about the last time she'd given him the gory details of a night with Marton and Craig, fluttering his lashes like she did in all the right spots, 'til Naveen's expression softened into one of amusement.
"And then all he could say was 'that's not mine!'," Greg laughed, his Livvie impression still in place, and noting the way Naveen's eyes crinkled up when he smiled with humor, something he hadn't seen much before.
Naveen hummed in agreement about Warrick's coddling of Orli. He was about to say something on the subject as well, but Greg was quick to change topics. Naveen kept the frown off his face, with difficulty.
He had hoped his time gone had mostly erased the memory of how he had behaved in the days before his 'vacation,' but that didn't seem to be the case. And surely his behavior now wasn't going to change Greg's opinion.
Tomorrow he'd be fine again. Naveen was realizing that if he didn't have these moments of weakness, things would once again be too much. So tonight he would wonder about Sawyer; tomorrow would be yet another new day.
Greg was quite amusing as he spun his tale. It was more the physical humor, and Greg's impeccable attention to detail. "Well, if not him, who did he expect for them to believe it belonged to, hmm? Things like that only end up in bedrooms when brought. If anyone knows that, it would be me." A devilish smile transformed Naveen's face, followed by chuckles.
Greg was glad to see his story had lightened Naveen's mood some, and he fluttered his lashes coquettishly as he shifted in the bed. Naveen looked so amazing when he smiled like that, and the laughter was the kind that sent a shiver of delight right through Greg.
Even though he'd just a had a wonderful time with Nick, it did things inside him and being this close to the alluring East Indian was rather tempting. Laughter was one way to take the man's mind off his favorite client... but there was another way.
Sliding downwards under the warm bedding, Greg squirmed closer to Naveen, but didn't touch him quite yet.
"It's getting cold these nights, isn't it? Fall is really making its presence felt. Time to... get a bit closer and keep each other warm, wouldn't you say?" he hinted lightly, leaving it in Naveen's court as to whether they'd just stay close or make it into something more. He smiled easily and peeked out at Naveen from under the sheets.
Naveen guffawed loudly, his head lolling back with laughter. But when he looked up to meet Greg's eyes, his own were dark with lust. Crawling out from under the covers, Naveen leaned over his fellow whore, with a hand to steady himself placed next to Greg's head. His hair fell over his shoulder, to where it brushed against the sheets, and a teasing grin was firmly fixed on Naveen's face.
"Is this how you deal with your clients? Because you are an awful actor, Greg, and I don't buy it for a moment. And I cannot imagine that your customers are any more likely to believe."
Sawyer was still there, ever-present in his mind, but Naveen had promised himself he would not dwell, and Greg was a perfect distraction. "If you want me, Greg, all you ever have to do is ask." He leaned down, so his lips hovered just above Greg's.
It was truly an amazing thing to see Naveen so amused, and Greg couldn't help giggling along, even though the man was clearly teasing him.
Greg would have answered Naveen if he hadn't been so incredibly close, his warm and spicy scent completely filling Greg's senses, his hair falling around him so attractively, and his heated lips within inches of Greg's.
"Uh..." Greg could barely focus on the man above him, he was so close and alluring, but his body certainly seemed to know what it wanted, and he was acutely aware of the heat pounding through his groin.
"Please," he managed softly on the tiniest puff of breath out, his lips quivering with need.
Naveen smiled wolfishly. "Please, what, Greg? You have to ask for what you want..." He touched Greg then, just the barest brush of fingertips along his neck. "How can anyone know what you're wanting if you don't just say it?
"You know that I would do anything you asked, Greg. Anything your mind could possibly create. All you ever have to do is ask." And that was true. Naveen wouldn't always do something immediately when requested... but eventually, when the time was right, he didn't disappoint.
A thousand things flitted through Greg's mind in rapid succession, but he couldn't focus on any of them.
Anything your mind could possibly create.
With Naveen filling every one of his senses, it was too difficult to create anything original.
"Fuck me?" he squeaked, shivering under the light touch.
Naveen smirked, and strengthened his touch on Greg's neck, not enough to hurt but enough to be truly felt. He stroked down, over the boy's collarbone. "Fuck you? Of anything you could pick, that's what you want?" Not surprising, considering how quickly Greg was melting under Naveen's attentions.
"All right Greg, I'll fuck you. For as hard and as long as you dare stand."
Greg swallowed awkwardly, so incredibly turned on he could no longer form words. He nodded fractionally and shifted as if he would roll over. Somehow, he wasn't sure if he wanted that intense gaze boring into his soul while they had sex. It might be a little too close to the truth; Naveen had this way of figuring out what people were thinking altogether too easily, Greg knew; with the possible exception of Sawyer, who seemed to have thrown him for a curve-ball somehow. Not that Greg wanted to think about the man Naveen usually had under him right now. Getting fucked hard was one thing, but he wasn't about to ask for the sort of punishment Sawyer bore the reminders of every time he chose to see Greg.
"T-turn..." he stuttered, "I'll turn over, yeah?"
Naveen nodded, and reached to grab the ever-present vial of oil. "If that's what you want." Dark fingers trailed along Greg's side, helping him get into position. Stroking the curve of his ass, Naveen purred into his ear, "You've more choices, Greg. How do you want to be stretched? What do you want to be fucked with? Fingers, tongue, cock?"
Oh God!
The idea of Naveen doing to Greg what he'd done once before sprang immediately to mind at the delicious low whisper in his ear, and Greg gulped as his cock throbbed hard despite the pressure of the bed below.
It was wicked and seemed so incredibly dirty, but it had felt so good...
"Please," he murmured, pressing his reddened cheek into the pillow as his hips jutted upward, seeking the pleasure he felt so desperate to experience again, "Your hot tongue..." The words were breathless, and Greg had to close his eyes so he couldn't see Naveen's reaction.
Naveen chuckled against Greg, into the soft skin of the boy's back. No, he couldn't imagine Greg ever receiving this pleasure from the prudish Stokes. At least, not currently. It was entirely possible that if Greg worked hard enough, the policeman would feel safe to let his pleasures free.
But that was of no importance to Naveen, in the end. The only thing that was, was tasting Greg's arse. He let the vial of oil drop onto the mattress, extremely positive that they would need it later. And then he began licking his way to his destination. Paying careful attention to every dip and curve of Greg's back and spine, Naveen didn't stop until he was tonguing the dimples above the boy's behind.
Naveen withdrew then, sitting back on his haunches and looking down at the quivering body in front of him. "Tell me again, Greg, what you want me to do with my tongue."
The touches to his back had Greg shivering already, and then Naveen moved away. Greg's lip trembled as he peered cautiously over his shoulder.
"Lick me. Lick my ass," he whispered, turning away and closing his eyes with embarrassment.
This was something Greg would never dare ask Nick for; would never even suggest to him. Greg hadn't even gone so far as to offer to do it for the man yet, and he wasn't sure how Nick would react if he did. Nick hadn't even shown any interest in sucking Greg's cock, for God's sake!
It seemed wrong somehow, something more dirty than so many things they did, although Greg wasn't sure it was any worse in the end, but he had been incredibly turned on the last time Naveen had done it, and Ian had teased him mercilessly one time recently, until Greg could only beg for it. Boone hadn't disappointed him, either.
"Please..." he eventually added, sighing breathily, his hips tilting his hard cock into the bedding as he began to spread his legs almost automatically.
Naveen chuckled against Greg's backside, as he helped the young whore spread his legs. The embarrassment was cute, and had its desired effect. Naveen was curious, that if something this simple would affect him so, just how far he would have to take him before his whole body flushed a deep red.
And if Naveen was drawn in so quickly by the innocence, it only made sense that clients would fall under Greg's spell. If this was put on, than the boy was a better actor than Naveen had originally thought.
Pulling Greg's cheeks apart, Naveen licked a stripe up through the musky furrow. When the body beneath him shook, he laughed once more and blew lightly against the now-damp skin. And then slowly, teasingly, he ever so lightly circled the entrance before running the flat of his tongue over the pucker.
Greg shuddered in pleasure, failing to keep as still as he wanted, and his heart pattered unevenly. Keeping his eyes shut, he tensed and then released his sphincter muscles, anticipating the coming action.
"Please..." he whined, gripping the sheets with damp hands.
Unable to stop his pleased smirk, Naveen obliged Greg and once more circled the boy's entrance with his tongue. Slow, lazy circles, around and around the hole; then teasingly pushed the tip to it without entering.
Greg had only asked to be licked, after all.
"God, ohgod-ohgod-ohgod," Greg muttered, twisting into the pillow and biting it to stop the words from getting any louder. It didn't seem to stop the whine coming from his mouth in their place though.
The teasing tongue was just so much torture! If Naveen didn't do something more and soon, Greg was going to have to take himself in hand.
Gasping as his teeth let go of the material caught in them, he bucked his hips up towards Naveen, and snaked a hand under his body, seeking his own cock. The shuddering of his ass-muscles was pushing him close to an orgasm, although nowhere near close enough.
Growling against Greg's arse, Naveen reached out and snatched the young whore's wrist. "No, you can wait," was the only thing he said, before continuing to lick and tease the puckered skin under his tongue.
When Greg's whimpers and moans grew to desperate keens, Naveen pulled back. He let go of the boy's wrist, and grabbed his hips. And then, with one swift sure movement, he flipped Greg onto his back.
Naveen's cock throbbed as he looked down at Greg, who was writhing on the sheets. Grabbing the boy's legs, the Dom pushed them up against Greg's chest. With a smirk, Naveen stabbed his tongue deep into Greg.
The hold on his wrist was frustrating as hell, and Greg whined even more as Naveen continued to hold him so he couldn't stroke his aching cock to release. Greg's voice rose uncontrollably as the other whore licked at him, and then, before he could fight it, Naveen had flipped him over and pressed Greg's legs out of his way.
Naveen's tongue found its way into the place Greg had originally wanted it, causing a sudden gurgling sound as Greg tried desperately not to scream with the intense pleasure of it.
Oh God! Greg's cock pulsed hotly, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out for long.
Greg's hole was clamping down around Naveen's tongue, which made his dick begin to throb in sympathy. It wanted to be there, feeling that heat and pressure. His greedy tongue penetrated the boy another time, before moving to nip at the soft flesh of his leg.
Naveen's fingers felt for the vial of oil, but the bottle had been knocked away from where it had been dropped. Manicured fingers eventually closed around the bottle, and Naveen coated his cock. He leered down at Greg as he stroked himself. And it only was when Naveen himself felt his orgasm near, did he once again push Greg's legs back against his chest, and line his cock up against his entrance.
There was no resistance at all as he slid in. Greg took all he had to offer, and easily. Naveen's eyes fell closed, and once he was halfway inside the young whore, he jerked his hips forward and pushed in the rest of the way.
Greg sobbed in relief as Naveen pushed into him at last. It had taken all his breath to concentrate on not coming as he waited for the other man to slick himself up, and now it was almost too much to bear. His whole body quivered, teetering on the brink of an orgasm he was sure should have come already.
"Fuck me! Please... now..." he begged in a voice low from the hormones raging around his blood as he tried desperately to push back against the man pressing down on him. He could feel the sweat building on his flushed skin, and he groaned, reaching to grip Naveen's arm in the hopes of speeding him up.
Naveen nodded, unable to form words any longer. But he had promised Greg that he would fuck him until he couldn't stand it any longer. And so he was going to. Bracing one hand on the wall above the bed, he used the other to push Greg's leg up higher so he opened up more.
Long damp curls fell into his face, and Naveen tossed his head, then let go of Greg's leg to push the hair back. But as soon as it fell back into place, Naveen gave up trying to control it and grabbed at Greg again.
All Greg could do at this stage was to groan and hold tight to where he gripped the bedding in one hand and Naveen's arm in the other.
Naveen again told himself that he had promised he wasn't going to stop fucking Greg until the boy couldn't take it another moment. But his own orgasm was fast approaching, and Greg looked like he was moments away from losing himself completely.
As he continued to fuck Greg with all his force, he found himself unable to either give the boy permission, or touch Greg himself. After several attempts, Naveen managed a grunt, and a nod, freeing Greg to come.
Greg's groans grew as Naveen pounded into him; the head of his cock scraping straight across his prostate on each deep and harsh thrust. Greg could see colors before his eyes and held back desperately with the effort of obeying Naveen. He was so far gone that he almost missed the nod of permission, but it barely mattered as it was practically too late anyway. With a jerk of his hips as he pushed into Naveen's next thrust, Greg's climax burst from him, globules of come hitting both of their sweaty bodies as they continued to move together.
Following Greg over easily as his hole clamped down around Naveen's cock, the Dom slammed in as deeply as he could go as his cock jerked and pulsed. He might have made a noise; might have laughed; might have let out a sob. Or it might have all just been in his head.
But as soon as the world stopped spinning, Naveen quickly slid out of Greg's still-shuddering body, and collapsed next to him on the bed.
Exhausted, Greg flopped back, letting his aching legs slide down. He stroked one hand absently against his heaving chest, forgetting about the mess on his body for a moment.
As his breathing returned to normal, Greg studied Naveen lying next to him. Whether what they'd just done had made Naveen forget whatever had happened to him earlier, Greg couldn't guess, but he did seem close to sleep.
Deciding there was little else he could do for the man now he had helped tire him, Greg reached for a couple of the soft cloths in the drawer next to the bed and wiped at his damp and sticky skin with one before beginning to attend to Naveen with the other.
Eyes opening a bit wider as Greg wiped at his stomach, Naveen idly wondered where Josh was, and what he was doing. Greg, for all his efforts, hadn't fully distracted Naveen. But he'd made things easier. The Dom's mind had settled some.
"I am tired." He offered to the young man softly. Greg could make of the statement what he would. But Naveen's eyes stayed open, locked with Greg's for a long few moments, before he rolled so he could watch the ceiling.
The look in Naveen's eyes as he spoke said he was tired in more than one way, but Greg doubted there was much more he could do to help with whatever else was running through the man's head tonight. He merely nodded softly in reply and turned away when Naveen did, discarding the used cloths on the floor for now.
Settling down with his back to Naveen, Greg let thoughts of Nick return. He did love the man; how could he not? Everything about his interactions with him was so different to all his other clients. It was probably foolish to think they could end up together, but it was hard not to hope for it.
Briefly, he wondered how much Naveen would continue to fight with whatever was going on between him and Sawyer, and slowly, as he let go of that thought and pictured Nick's smiling countenance, Greg found sleep pulling him under.
Naveen let his eyes fall shut when he heard his bed-mate's breathing even out. Unbidden, but not exactly unwanted, thoughts of Josh surfaced. He thought of the kiss again, and how he had felt in that moment.
Maybe this meant that Sawyer was ready to move things forward in their relationship as Dominant and submissive. Or that he wanted to add these kisses to their sessions. Or maybe they were back again to Josh's feelings possibly being too strong.
But that didn't change how he had reacted to the kiss. Naveen had reacted to it unlike anything he'd ever had before. And he'd liked it. What did that mean? And what would that bring for tomorrow? How would he react? Would he lose his control, as he had tonight?
Naveen reasoned that there was no way he could know how he would react until the time came, and with that thought, he began to drift off.
Word Count: ~9072
Next week we look at what's happening in another of the attic rooms around the same time.
Back to Chapter 61
Ride the rhythm, feel the beat
Watch the moonlight start to creep
And say you'll stay
Well that good old grapevine
Always seems to find a way
To say all the things I'm too afraid
Would you come on up and stay
Look outside the window dear
Dream of getting out of here, but stay
Would you creep inside and stay, yeah
Say you'll stay with me tonight
Say you'll hold me all the while
Say you'll stay with me tonight
Tonight, tonight
Stop trying not to feel this way
Stop listening to what they say
We've heard it all before
'Say You'll Stay' Luke Thompson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5-G8448S4o
After Sawyer had run from their kiss, Naveen stood in the hall for several long minutes. His legs still felt weak, and he could acutely feel every bit of himself; from the hair on his arms to the energy that ran through his very being seem to reach out in the direction Sawyer had gone. When it became painfully clear that Sawyer--or anyone who had seen him dash off--wasn't about to climb up the stairs again, Naveen closed his eyes and sank into the emotions crashing over him.
There was no making sense of it. Naveen didn't even try. It was so out of character for the both of them. A kiss. Had it been any other client, at any other time, Naveen would have cut the contact off quickly and forced the man to his knees. And then think of his punishment for initiating the contact. But now, with Sawyer, it would have felt forced and incredibly inappropriate, no matter how lovely his Joshua looked when kneeling.
It took quite a while for Naveen to feel capable of walking, and even then as he continued up the stairs to the attics, he was slow moving and swaying slightly. Drunk on kisses; that's what he was, damn it. Kisses and the few drinks he'd had through the night. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Naveen leaned heavily against the wall next to his room, sending up a prayer that Warrick hadn't arrived yet. Naveen needed time alone in his room to comfort himself with the familiarity of his things.
His hopes were dashed almost immediately when Orli's distinctive, bright voice came from within. "Bloody perfect." Now, not only would he not have his room to himself, but Naveen would have to find new lodgings for the night. He slipped quickly into the neighboring room, not bothering to check its occupancy beforehand. Craig would surely be with Marton by now, and Naveen had seen Greg go off with Stokes. Their sessions usually lasted quite some time. Naveen suspected there was cuddling involved.
They were obviously in love. Not necessarily the disillusioned fantasy Jack and Boone had of some fairy-book romance, but the sweet courtship of two youngsters, with all the blushing and giggling that came with it. If Naveen were being honest, he'd say that Greg was one of the ones who truly deserved to find someone that he could be with the rest of his life like that. And unlike the other pair, they actually stood a chance of being able to have their happy ending.
But while those four fools were in all sorts of love, none could compare to what Naveen felt for Sawyer. He didn't want to be courted. He wanted to fully train Joshua to attend to his every need and sexual whim. He didn't want sweet nothings. He wanted to hear Sawyer scream out in pain and pleasure. No, whatever he was feeling, it wasn't love. Naveen had never loved, and that wasn't changing now. But there were these different feelings that he still needed to deal with.
The bed, was--as he'd predicted--blissfully empty, and with a heavy sigh he sprawled as far across it as he could. Putting the emotions aside for a moment, Naveen relived the kiss, and let out a happy hum as he began to lightly doze.
Greg was feeling a little morose as he climbed the stairs to his attic room after Nick left. They'd been cuddling and dozing quite happily together for some time after their session, when Nick had suddenly stirred and practically lept out of bed, as if he realised he couldn't possibly stay the whole night. Greg knew it wasn't like Nick didn't want to be with him, but no matter what he liked to imagine, it probably wasn't likely to become anything serious. He really should spend more time courting some of his other regulars, like Mr. Grissom, who seemed to like him quite a lot, and usually asked for him.
Sighing as he reached the doorway to the room he shared with Craig, Greg paused, squinting into the interior as the light from the corridor showed someone still clothed lying across the double bed. It wasn't Craig--who, if Greg guessed right, was probably sharing Mr. Marton's bed with their boss and one of the girls, if not curled up in a room with Major Heinz (if Sawyer had let him go)--but... Naveen.
Greg flicked a glance at the door to the room the East Indian shared with Warrick and wondered briefly whether the man's roommate had a guest of his own-and who it could be-before turning his attention back to Naveen.
There was something off about the man, he was certain of it, but he couldn't place his finger on what it might be. In any case, he might just be annoyed about being forced to find somewhere to sleep, so Greg shrugged and stepped into the room, quietly shedding his clothes and folding them onto a chair.
Greg didn't mind Naveen really, even though he was a little intimidated by him sometimes. The Dom had always shown himself to be very considerate of his co-workers, unless they deserved his scorn. He mightn't always be very friendly, but Greg could hardly turn him away when he was likely to have the room to himself all night. He'd have to get Naveen under the covers at least, though.
"Naveen?" he whispered, crouching by the bed.
"Hmm?" Naveen shifted, clinging desperately to the bare vestiges of sleep. But the presence of another person made that near impossible. It still took him quite a while to fall asleep with Warrick next to him.
His eyes slowly opened, and he sighed, "Greg. Hello." Sitting up, Naveen curved his back in a stretch. "I didn't expect to see you so soon, I am sorry. Warrick is entertaining Orli.
"Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I do not wish to impose..." He wouldn't go to share with Ian; chances are if Greg preferred he slept somewhere else, Naveen would go and stay in the Ruby Room. But that bed was uncomfortable for sleeping, and right now that room would do nothing but remind him of Josh. And he would never get any sleep that way.
"Oh, Mr. Grissom wanted me to express his thanks for the pleasant interlude with you earlier this evening." Naveen gave a predatory grin. This was a much safer topic, and it kept his mind far from his Joshua. "He wishes to make an appointment with you for later this week, if that agrees with you."
So Warrick was back with Orli? That was interesting. The two were fast friends now of course, but somehow Greg had assumed Orli would be in Mr. Sean's bed tonight. He'd been virtually attached to the man's arm all night and everyone knew Sean hadn't had much opportunity to 'dip his wick' as much as he'd have liked with the pretty newcomer, now Orli was no longer a virgin. There had been several business deals lately that seemed to drag him away far more than he was here, and Greg had heard Orli telling Warrick only yesterday that it really wasn't fair he hadn't been able to spend time with Sean.
Warrick, interestingly, didn't seem at all jealous of Mr. Sean, so whatever fear Mr. Marton had of the two new boys becoming too fond of each other, it didn't seem to be coming true. And Greg knew for a fact that Boone had been 'teaching' Orli a few tricks, which he'd also heard Orli whispering to Warrick about earlier. A grin flitted across his face momentarily as he remembered hearing the evidence of that, and of course, he'd missed Boone sneaking in with him and Craig, so even had he not overheard the exchange of information or the erotic noises, he'd have worked it out for himself.
"Of course you can stay," he nodded to Naveen, "You're not imposing. But it is cold out here and if you want to be as warm as I'd like to be, can we get under the bedclothes? Take off all your clothes if you want; I promise not to touch unless you want me to," he offered cheekily.
Greg had absolutely no doubt that Naveen wouldn't let him anywhere near if he didn't want Greg touching him. They'd had sex for work enough times that it would hardly matter one way or another, but right now, Naveen looked a little down and Greg just wanted to cheer him up a bit. Looking at the attractive face of Freeman's most widely experienced whore, Greg was sure his job must be quite lonely at times. Even having Warrick to share a room with hadn't seemed to change that, and Greg let his thoughts rest on Sawyer briefly.
The two of them seemed to have a very strange relationship; nothing like he and Nick had, but they undoubtedly felt something for each other or they wouldn't both act so strangely whenever the other was about. He knew Sawyer rarely took the dominant role in sex other than with Greg, and he wondered what it was that made the gambler want to fuck Greg when with everyone else he let them do it to him.
And what was that whole thing with Dr. Jack? They'd had some kind of fling years ago, but it was hard to imagine the gentle doctor fucking Sawyer through a mattress until he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Maybe that's why things hadn't worked for them? Who the hell knew?
Letting go of that line of thought as Naveen mentioned Mr. Grissom, Greg blushed hotly. Greg knew exactly why the older man would have been speaking to Naveen. Lady Heather was here tonight and he'd seen Mr. Grissom in her company at one point, knowing what that implied.
Mr. Grissom was one of Greg's strongest admirers, after Nick, and he had even off-handedly suggested one time that he'd happily put Greg up in his own flat one day if Greg would promise not to see other men when he was gone. Of course, Greg had laughed that off, thinking he was joking, but there were times since then when Greg had wondered if maybe Mr. Grissom was more serious than he knew.
"Uh... later this week should be fine. Did he say which day? I... uh... Nick... uh, Mr. Stokes... has booked in for a couple of sessions and I have four or five other appointments here and there too. Of course, I'm sure if he sees Miss Marg," Greg blushed again, looking away for a second as he mentioned the red-head's name and remembering how she often helped out with certain 'things' Mr. Grissom enjoyed when he was here to visit Naveen rather than Greg, "she'll ensure he finds something to suit him... uh, a time available," he garbled rapidly, sure Naveen would be laughing at the unintended innuendo.
Naveen nodded at Greg's suggestion, and sat up, tugging his tunic off over his head. Next he untied the thong that held his curls back, and as his hair fell down his back he set that on the table next to the bed. After a moment's hesitation Naveen stood, and pushed his silk pants down off his hips. They pooled at his feet, and he turned slowly to meet Greg's eyes as the young whore finished his ramble.
"No, he didn't say when. But you're right, Marg would only schedule him when you were free." Naveen faltered as he climbed into the bed. Joshua had been exiting Marg's rooms. The only reason he would have been there would be if he had been making an appointment. Naveen's breath shortened, and he had to look away from Greg. He didn't think he could handle seeing Sawyer any time soon, not until he had had time to really think about what tonight meant.
"You and the policeman are becoming quite inseparable, it seems." In fact, Naveen had to admit he was surprised that Greg was here so soon after the display earlier. "He appears to be a good man. Noble, as well." Naveen offered Greg a small smile. He and Stokes were a good fit for each other. It would only be a matter of time before Greg left Freeman's to pursue a life with him, Naveen was sure. "Do you love him?"
Greg held his breath, standing up carefully, as Naveen let his curls down. God, his hair was gorgeous, and it really did set off his skin tones so well. His body was beautiful too; well toned and perfectly in proportion. Greg couldn't help admiring it, although he tried to keep his eyes on Naveen's face.
When the man pushed his pants off, and Greg caught sight of the marks on his ass, he couldn't stop the frown that crossed his face. Sure that he'd be in trouble if he questioned what he saw as Naveen turned towards him like there was nothing there, Greg made his expression soften and tried to keep his eyes on Naveen's face.
This distraction didn't stop Greg noticing Naveen's manner though, and he narrowed his eyes, wondering what had just occurred to the other whore.
And then he was talking about Nick; even offering compliments about him, to Greg's surprise. And even more surprising was the question at the end, which appeared to be serious; no kind of tease or superior look attached to it.
Greg moved onto the bed, lifting the bedding back to climb in and holding it up until Naveen followed him. They sat in the bed, rather than lying, at first; somehow it seemed more appropriate since they were obviously going to converse for a while. The flickering lamp at a low setting on the bedside table caused shadows around them, but was useful to help judge Naveen's mood.
Naveen definitely seemed somber tonight, and Greg wondered if something had happened with Sawyer, as he thought over his answer to Naveen's question.
"Do I love him?" he repeated slowly, studying Naveen's eyes. "I'm not sure. I care about him more than any other client I have, but... it's silly to fall in love with a client, isn't it? It's not like they'll seriously consider wanting to spend their lives with our type, is it? What about you and Sawyer?" he added, nervously, unsure whether Naveen would want to speak about his own favourite client. "He... he visits you more than any other; it's obvious he's smitten, despite what happened the other week with Dr. Jack."
Greg could feel his heart speed up, but he hoped that Naveen's question to him meant he was willing to talk. He genuinely welcomed the opportunity to discuss things with him, if that's what Naveen wanted. He was sure the experienced Dom probably had difficulty talking about anything to do with 'love' with anyone around here, and maybe he needed to occasionally.
Naveen pursed his lips. "You're mistaken, Sawyer isn't any more smitten with me than he is with you. I used to wonder if he was growing too attached, as is known to happen with clients who come for what I have to offer... but I was wrong as well. Which is for the best. Had he really had feelings, in all good conscience I would have had to stop seeing him."
Looking down at his hand, Naveen twisted the thick silver ring on his middle finger. He remembered the night he got it. Joshua had been at the tables, having one of his rare unlucky nights. He seemed in a foul mood, and was snapping at everyone. Towards the end of the night, he'd eventually made quite a fuss and put the ring up, only to lose it to the house. Naveen had eventually ended up with it. It was beautiful, and he enjoyed wearing it, but it always did remind him of its previous owner.
"But yes, you are quite right. Our clients come to us because we can give them things their other partners cannot. And that's not love. But I'm sure there are a few exceptions out there. Where love finds a way." Like Ian's former roommate, who had found love with a client.
Looking into Greg's eyes, Naveen tried not to let the heaviness he felt grow in his chest affect him. "You are incredibly good at what you do, Greg, but if you feel you've found something... You should embrace it."
Greg's face darkened slightly, and Naveen was sure that he had misstepped. "I'm sorry, ignore me. I'm the last person you want love advice from. I barely even felt fondness for my parents." He gave an uncomfortable laugh, and began to fiddle with his hair. "I think I must have overindulged this evening."
The words Naveen spoke about Sawyer definitely didn't agree with the man's manner, as far as most of the house saw it. Some of them hadn't realised immediately, but the gossip and speculation that went around made it impossible not to take notice. Greg had seen with his own eyes how Sawyer and Naveen watched each other when they thought no-one watched.
He said nothing for a moment though, watching the other man play with his ring. Greg had a flash of memory of someone else wearing it, or one very like it at least, someone with paler hands, and he tried to latch on to who it was, but for now it escaped him. Naveen had been wearing it for some time, but this memory seemed to relate to fairly recently; how Greg knew that, he wasn't sure, and he got the feeling it was a different ring, although very similar.
When Naveen went on, he looked up, forgetting the ring for now. Greg frowned slightly, unsure what to make of such comments. Did he love Nick? He knew it wasn't worth thinking about too much; the man was unlikely to do anything even if he felt the same way.
Naveen definitely seemed edgy, he thought, still watching him as he played with his hair. Had something happened? He wasn't the type to overindulge; not usually.
"I can't..." Greg started, and then took a breath. Maybe Naveen just needed what they all needed much of the time; the reason why so many of them enjoyed sleeping with each other, and so very often was exactly that: sleeping.
Tentatively, he turned slightly and reached for Naveen's hand where he played with his hair. Taking it gently, he offered the man a concerned look as he reached his other hand towards Naveen's face. Stroking lightly against his beard for a moment, he decided to say something he might have kept back in another situation; something he'd never discussed with anyone else beyond the basic differences in the way the man was with him in bed.
"Sawyer is... when he's with me, he's a gentle and considerate lover, Naveen, and I know that's different to how he is with most people here. I mean... I know he bottoms most of the time and he likes it rough--I'm not stupid--but he doesn't do that with me, and although I don't know why he chooses me for that, I think that's what he wants from the person he cares about most. Not me; I'm not who he wants, I know that, and that's okay. I'm not in love with him anyway. He does two things when he's with me that I've never mentioned to anyone before, and I think you should know about them."
Unsure whether Naveen would open up if he offered up a trust from the gambler like this, Greg paused, waiting for Naveen's reaction before he went on.
"Yes, I probably should know about them. With my clients, I pride myself on knowing everything that composes their sexuality. I'd like to think it's a gift I have; knowing someone's secret desires. And that makes it so I can give them what they need." Finally Naveen pulled back from the touch to his face. It had felt awkward, without sex involved... if oddly compelling.
"Joshua has hidden parts of his sexuality from me. The Gods know how long he and the Doctor lived together in their domestic bliss. I can see him fucking you, but having sex with that drunken buffoon? And telling him how he loved him..." Naveen's lip curled. It was wrong, the image of the two of them wrapped tightly around each other and whispering sweet words to each other. Disgusting.
"So yes, I should know. But obviously Sawyer kept these things from me for a reason. Even if in doing so he gets less from me than he should." Naveen sighed, and went back to fiddling with his hair.
Greg hesitated as Naveen spoke, pulling his hand away when the other whore moved as if he was uncomfortable with being touched so.
Should he say? Sawyer kept these things from me for a reason. Was that true, or just something Naveen felt to be true? One of the things he did certainly had nothing to do with 'keeping' it from Naveen; the other, perhaps.
Naveen's comments about Dr. Jack and Sawyer said a lot that Naveen's other words about his feelings for Sawyer had denied, so perhaps it would help for Naveen to know.
"One of the things... he never fails to mention you." Greg looked up sharply, afraid that Naveen would think Sawyer told him particulars of what they did when they were in the Ruby Room or wherever. "Oh, he doesn't say much-certainly not about what he does with you, don't worry-but he always has some comment or question about you."
Letting that sink in, Greg took a deep breath. Although Naveen said Sawyer wasn't smitten with him, no-one mentioned someone else as often as that unless they were somehow interested, and the look in Sawyer's eyes at those times...
The other thing Sawyer did was more telling in a way, and Greg was reluctant to discuss it much; somehow sure it was a very private thing that had only happened with a few other people. In his mind's eye, he could imagine Sawyer treating Naveen that way, and yes, even Dr. Jack, no matter what Naveen wanted to believe.
Naveen hadn't seen the fight between the two of them, and although Greg hadn't imagined anything sexual or loving between them beforehand, just the fact of how they both acted like angry and betrayed lovers that day made Greg wonder. He'd thought back to sessions with Sawyer and seen how things might have been good between them once, especially if he treated Jack like he did Greg on the occasions the gambler paid for his services.
Naveen pulled his knees up to his chest, and sat his chin on top of them. Nothing seemed to make sense any more. Sawyer didn't make sense any more. Things were never going to be the same, not after the kiss.
Why did Josh do it? It was such a short time ago that he turned away from such contact. But this kiss was like both of their continued existences depended on it.
And why had Naveen responded the way he had? He had submitted to the kiss. What he should have done was flip Josh and pin him to the wall. Fucked his mouth with his tongue. At least reasserted his place in their relationship.
No, things were never going to be the same between them again. And what did it mean if Joshua mentioned him to Greg? And what was this other thing?
Greg studied Naveen as he appeared to go all introspective. He scrunched down a little in the bed, pulling the blankets up his chest, thinking about his wording before he said more.
The funny thing was that what Sawyer came to him for--the care and gentleness he exhibited in their sessions--was not something he'd expect the gambler to do with anyone he paid for. It was odd in a way, although Greg had other customers who liked similar things. It was more that this was Sawyer, a man who was known to like it rough, and who rarely showed his tender side, he supposed. The manner reminded Greg of a lover, not a client, which is why he supposed it was something Sawyer usually only did with someone he cared about greatly. Jack had obviously been such a partner, but Greg was not, so why him? Perhaps he reminded Sawyer of someone, or he was a certain type of man that Sawyer knew his secrets wouldn't be spilled, despite how easily Greg often opened his mouth to spread gossip.
What had kept him quiet about Sawyer, he wasn't completely sure, although the man hadn't specifically said he shouldn't mention anything about their encounters. Perhaps it was exactly that; the thought that Sawyer was treating him as he had previous lovers, not whores? Whatever it was, Sawyer had evidently been grateful not to hear his secrets whispered back to him, as he'd come back for more several times. His manner about the house was always different from usual on the nights he ended up with Greg; and Greg would see something in his eyes that he didn't quite understand. Knowing about Dr. Jack as he did now, the look seemed to make more sense at last.
Was he right to tell Naveen? Looking back at the other whore at last, he wasn't surprised to note that Naveen had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he'd barely noticed Greg's hesitation.
Just tell him. If there is love here too, it may help and you know it.
Why should all of the whores here be denied love? He doubted he and Nick would ever have more than they currently had. In Nick's job, if he wanted to advance, the likelihood of him taking a male lover into his home was close to nil, and much as Greg wouldn't care what Nick did, he doubted his best client would give up his career for a whore.
"Sawyer..." he began carefully when Naveen's eyes met his again at last, "He likes to slowly undress me. He'll take his time, closing his eyes and... well, he practically worships my body with his mouth and hands. It's not me he's thinking of when it does it though; I know that. He wouldn't keep his eyes closed if it was me. It's like... I'm a substitute for someone he once knew..." He blushed slightly, checking the expression in Naveen's eyes at these words, sure the man's knowledge would supply the person Sawyer was remembering without further help. "And after that... when he enters me... he holds me close; so close that for just a little while... it's like... like I'm more important than anyone else."
Greg swallowed, remembering the tenderness and the look in Sawyer's eyes as he opened them afterwards. Whatever Sawyer saw in Greg's expression at that time, it obviously wasn't what he was looking for, though. Greg liked Sawyer well enough, and he loved the way Sawyer treated him then, but in his heart of hearts, it wasn't Sawyer who filled his senses. Greg's eyes closed during those pleasurable moments and he remembered his own sweet images of Nick, who was equally as loving and tender, but whose thoughts were clearly locked to Greg when they made love. Perhaps Sawyer saw Nick in Greg's eyes; he couldn't know, as they rarely talked then until they'd recovered, when it was all back to business and Sawyer's usual cocky charm.
Turning his eyes back to Naveen, Greg furrowed his brow, still worried he'd betrayed Sawyer somehow, seeing the expression in Naveen's eyes, but equally convinced it might benefit the other whore somehow. Could it be that whatever had got the man so disconcerted tonight was Sawyer?
A surge of jealousy burned through Naveen. He buried his face in his legs, and wrapped his arms around himself. That damn doctor again. Always the damn doctor. Someone he once knew... More important than anyone else... Sawyer had said that his doctor-lover had been 'more important than anyone else...' Obviously he still was, in some way or another.
Which raised even more questions about why Josh did what he had done, and what it meant for them now. Naveen's chest tightened, and his confusion was in full force. Why was Greg telling him this? Sawyer did none of these things with him. And he wouldn't.
"Why do you say this?" Naveen looked over at Greg, peering out from behind the curtain of dark curls. "How is this supposed to benefit me? He worships my cock when I wish it of him, and he's never going to fuck me."
The kiss came to mind again, and the emotion behind it. Naveen wished that he was alone. Alone to meditate, to relax, to consider what exactly had happened tonight. Greg was just confusing him more.
"I should leave." Naveen pushed the blankets aside, and stood. He didn't look at Greg as he began to gather his clothes; he could feel the eyes on his back and didn't want to give Greg the satisfaction of knowing what his emotions were. "I'll just go sleep in the Ruby Room tonight."
Clothing held tight in his arms, Naveen finally glanced at the other man and gave a small, curt nod. "Thank you for your hospitality, Greg."
"No, don't go," Greg insisted, hopping quickly out of the bed and putting his hand on the armful of clothing Naveen held. "That bed's not even comfortable for sleeping in, and... look, Naveen... I don't mean to pry, but... did Sawyer do something tonight? You're not... just, please? I won't say anything else if you don't want me to, but..." he shrugged, letting his hand touch Naveen's for a moment before taking it back completely and looking at him sympathetically. "I do love Nick. It's not wrong. And if you care about Sawyer in any way, you have to know that... well, I'm sure he'd do whatever you wanted, even..." He bit his lip, taking a chance with his next words, "...if it's fucking you. There's no way he's 'just a client', Naveen, no matter what you believe.
"Look, lets not talk about it any more, huh? Just... come back to bed, let's go to sleep? It's late and we're both tired. I hate sleeping alone and Craig won't be back tonight. You know he ends up with Marton more nights than any of the other boys? I'm actually starting to think Marton's got more than a little soft spot for him. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't mind that Marton almost always wants a girl in bed too? What do you think? Livvie's always full of what they've done the next morning too, which is so funny. I never imagined girls would be so into what men do when they're together, but she positively gets off on it."
Greg knew he was prattling now, but he moved back towards the bed, sure that Naveen would rather leave the subject of Sawyer for now. The offer to talk was out there now, and he hoped that Naveen would realise that if he could keep Sawyer's secrets, Greg could certainly keep Naveen's, should he want someone to talk to another day.
Naveen was shocked that Greg actually stopped him. He hadn't expected that Greg had the backbone to stand up to him. But the color drained from his face when Greg asked him what had happened this evening. The Dom hadn't thought he'd been so obvious. From now on he would have to be more careful about what he said, if he wanted to stop even more rumors from spreading.
The change of topic to Marton and Greg's roommate made Naveen's face soften. "Maybe that's because Craig's the only one who doesn't have deeper entanglements?" He began to move back towards the bed, but slowly. "And it makes sense to me that Liv would like two men together. How many clients do the girls get who want to see them together?"
Naveen chuckled softly, and shook his head, "Not like many of the girls mind. Have you ever noticed how many of them end up in bed with each other at the end of the night?" They tended to keep it more quiet than the boys did, but it definitely happened.
"That is when they haven't been wooed by Billy and Dom. Claire I know, and probably Liv too, have ended up with those two more than once." It was almost cute in a way, how the girls were so fond of the two Britishmen. Not many of the boys paid them much mind, and Naveen had a feeling that the 'Terrible Twosome' had been using those things to their advantage.
Raising his eyebrows as he thought about what Naveen said, Greg realised that it probably did make sense. It was true some of the men liked to watch the girls playing, and he had heard the odd noise or two from the girls' dormitory that implied more than just friendship or stories being exchanged. It didn't interest Greg, but he could understand why it happened.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he nodded, climbing back into the bed now Naveen seemed to be coming back, "and Billy and Dom... those two could charm the pants off anyone, the little buggers. I still need to give them the payback they deserve for what happened in the park the other week. Poor Orli! And I suppose the ring they used on me was yours? I'm sorry I lost it," he blushed slightly, looking shyly at Naveen, "but it was all a bit of a shock, and when Warrick shook me, I dropped it. You should have seen his face though!"
Greg grinned, remembering. In hindsight, he supposed it was quite funny, although he hadn't thought so at the time. "He must have wondered how I managed to get his precious Orli on his knees like that!" Greg offered Naveen another cautious look before adding, "He's a nice kid, but I'm not really interested in him like that. Warrick is awfully protective of him, isn't he?"
Knowing that discussing Sawyer's interest in Warrick wasn't a safe topic, and therefore Naveen's roommate was probably not a good subject for sexual discussion any further than the amusement value from his outrage at having caught Greg and Orli in such a compromising position the other week, Greg let his interest in Warrick drop.
"Anyway... Livvie was so funny last week when she was describing Craig's expression..." he prattled on for a bit longer, telling Naveen in an approximation of Livvie's soft voice all about the last time she'd given him the gory details of a night with Marton and Craig, fluttering his lashes like she did in all the right spots, 'til Naveen's expression softened into one of amusement.
"And then all he could say was 'that's not mine!'," Greg laughed, his Livvie impression still in place, and noting the way Naveen's eyes crinkled up when he smiled with humor, something he hadn't seen much before.
Naveen hummed in agreement about Warrick's coddling of Orli. He was about to say something on the subject as well, but Greg was quick to change topics. Naveen kept the frown off his face, with difficulty.
He had hoped his time gone had mostly erased the memory of how he had behaved in the days before his 'vacation,' but that didn't seem to be the case. And surely his behavior now wasn't going to change Greg's opinion.
Tomorrow he'd be fine again. Naveen was realizing that if he didn't have these moments of weakness, things would once again be too much. So tonight he would wonder about Sawyer; tomorrow would be yet another new day.
Greg was quite amusing as he spun his tale. It was more the physical humor, and Greg's impeccable attention to detail. "Well, if not him, who did he expect for them to believe it belonged to, hmm? Things like that only end up in bedrooms when brought. If anyone knows that, it would be me." A devilish smile transformed Naveen's face, followed by chuckles.
Greg was glad to see his story had lightened Naveen's mood some, and he fluttered his lashes coquettishly as he shifted in the bed. Naveen looked so amazing when he smiled like that, and the laughter was the kind that sent a shiver of delight right through Greg.
Even though he'd just a had a wonderful time with Nick, it did things inside him and being this close to the alluring East Indian was rather tempting. Laughter was one way to take the man's mind off his favorite client... but there was another way.
Sliding downwards under the warm bedding, Greg squirmed closer to Naveen, but didn't touch him quite yet.
"It's getting cold these nights, isn't it? Fall is really making its presence felt. Time to... get a bit closer and keep each other warm, wouldn't you say?" he hinted lightly, leaving it in Naveen's court as to whether they'd just stay close or make it into something more. He smiled easily and peeked out at Naveen from under the sheets.
Naveen guffawed loudly, his head lolling back with laughter. But when he looked up to meet Greg's eyes, his own were dark with lust. Crawling out from under the covers, Naveen leaned over his fellow whore, with a hand to steady himself placed next to Greg's head. His hair fell over his shoulder, to where it brushed against the sheets, and a teasing grin was firmly fixed on Naveen's face.
"Is this how you deal with your clients? Because you are an awful actor, Greg, and I don't buy it for a moment. And I cannot imagine that your customers are any more likely to believe."
Sawyer was still there, ever-present in his mind, but Naveen had promised himself he would not dwell, and Greg was a perfect distraction. "If you want me, Greg, all you ever have to do is ask." He leaned down, so his lips hovered just above Greg's.
It was truly an amazing thing to see Naveen so amused, and Greg couldn't help giggling along, even though the man was clearly teasing him.
Greg would have answered Naveen if he hadn't been so incredibly close, his warm and spicy scent completely filling Greg's senses, his hair falling around him so attractively, and his heated lips within inches of Greg's.
"Uh..." Greg could barely focus on the man above him, he was so close and alluring, but his body certainly seemed to know what it wanted, and he was acutely aware of the heat pounding through his groin.
"Please," he managed softly on the tiniest puff of breath out, his lips quivering with need.
Naveen smiled wolfishly. "Please, what, Greg? You have to ask for what you want..." He touched Greg then, just the barest brush of fingertips along his neck. "How can anyone know what you're wanting if you don't just say it?
"You know that I would do anything you asked, Greg. Anything your mind could possibly create. All you ever have to do is ask." And that was true. Naveen wouldn't always do something immediately when requested... but eventually, when the time was right, he didn't disappoint.
A thousand things flitted through Greg's mind in rapid succession, but he couldn't focus on any of them.
Anything your mind could possibly create.
With Naveen filling every one of his senses, it was too difficult to create anything original.
"Fuck me?" he squeaked, shivering under the light touch.
Naveen smirked, and strengthened his touch on Greg's neck, not enough to hurt but enough to be truly felt. He stroked down, over the boy's collarbone. "Fuck you? Of anything you could pick, that's what you want?" Not surprising, considering how quickly Greg was melting under Naveen's attentions.
"All right Greg, I'll fuck you. For as hard and as long as you dare stand."
Greg swallowed awkwardly, so incredibly turned on he could no longer form words. He nodded fractionally and shifted as if he would roll over. Somehow, he wasn't sure if he wanted that intense gaze boring into his soul while they had sex. It might be a little too close to the truth; Naveen had this way of figuring out what people were thinking altogether too easily, Greg knew; with the possible exception of Sawyer, who seemed to have thrown him for a curve-ball somehow. Not that Greg wanted to think about the man Naveen usually had under him right now. Getting fucked hard was one thing, but he wasn't about to ask for the sort of punishment Sawyer bore the reminders of every time he chose to see Greg.
"T-turn..." he stuttered, "I'll turn over, yeah?"
Naveen nodded, and reached to grab the ever-present vial of oil. "If that's what you want." Dark fingers trailed along Greg's side, helping him get into position. Stroking the curve of his ass, Naveen purred into his ear, "You've more choices, Greg. How do you want to be stretched? What do you want to be fucked with? Fingers, tongue, cock?"
Oh God!
The idea of Naveen doing to Greg what he'd done once before sprang immediately to mind at the delicious low whisper in his ear, and Greg gulped as his cock throbbed hard despite the pressure of the bed below.
It was wicked and seemed so incredibly dirty, but it had felt so good...
"Please," he murmured, pressing his reddened cheek into the pillow as his hips jutted upward, seeking the pleasure he felt so desperate to experience again, "Your hot tongue..." The words were breathless, and Greg had to close his eyes so he couldn't see Naveen's reaction.
Naveen chuckled against Greg, into the soft skin of the boy's back. No, he couldn't imagine Greg ever receiving this pleasure from the prudish Stokes. At least, not currently. It was entirely possible that if Greg worked hard enough, the policeman would feel safe to let his pleasures free.
But that was of no importance to Naveen, in the end. The only thing that was, was tasting Greg's arse. He let the vial of oil drop onto the mattress, extremely positive that they would need it later. And then he began licking his way to his destination. Paying careful attention to every dip and curve of Greg's back and spine, Naveen didn't stop until he was tonguing the dimples above the boy's behind.
Naveen withdrew then, sitting back on his haunches and looking down at the quivering body in front of him. "Tell me again, Greg, what you want me to do with my tongue."
The touches to his back had Greg shivering already, and then Naveen moved away. Greg's lip trembled as he peered cautiously over his shoulder.
"Lick me. Lick my ass," he whispered, turning away and closing his eyes with embarrassment.
This was something Greg would never dare ask Nick for; would never even suggest to him. Greg hadn't even gone so far as to offer to do it for the man yet, and he wasn't sure how Nick would react if he did. Nick hadn't even shown any interest in sucking Greg's cock, for God's sake!
It seemed wrong somehow, something more dirty than so many things they did, although Greg wasn't sure it was any worse in the end, but he had been incredibly turned on the last time Naveen had done it, and Ian had teased him mercilessly one time recently, until Greg could only beg for it. Boone hadn't disappointed him, either.
"Please..." he eventually added, sighing breathily, his hips tilting his hard cock into the bedding as he began to spread his legs almost automatically.
Naveen chuckled against Greg's backside, as he helped the young whore spread his legs. The embarrassment was cute, and had its desired effect. Naveen was curious, that if something this simple would affect him so, just how far he would have to take him before his whole body flushed a deep red.
And if Naveen was drawn in so quickly by the innocence, it only made sense that clients would fall under Greg's spell. If this was put on, than the boy was a better actor than Naveen had originally thought.
Pulling Greg's cheeks apart, Naveen licked a stripe up through the musky furrow. When the body beneath him shook, he laughed once more and blew lightly against the now-damp skin. And then slowly, teasingly, he ever so lightly circled the entrance before running the flat of his tongue over the pucker.
Greg shuddered in pleasure, failing to keep as still as he wanted, and his heart pattered unevenly. Keeping his eyes shut, he tensed and then released his sphincter muscles, anticipating the coming action.
"Please..." he whined, gripping the sheets with damp hands.
Unable to stop his pleased smirk, Naveen obliged Greg and once more circled the boy's entrance with his tongue. Slow, lazy circles, around and around the hole; then teasingly pushed the tip to it without entering.
Greg had only asked to be licked, after all.
"God, ohgod-ohgod-ohgod," Greg muttered, twisting into the pillow and biting it to stop the words from getting any louder. It didn't seem to stop the whine coming from his mouth in their place though.
The teasing tongue was just so much torture! If Naveen didn't do something more and soon, Greg was going to have to take himself in hand.
Gasping as his teeth let go of the material caught in them, he bucked his hips up towards Naveen, and snaked a hand under his body, seeking his own cock. The shuddering of his ass-muscles was pushing him close to an orgasm, although nowhere near close enough.
Growling against Greg's arse, Naveen reached out and snatched the young whore's wrist. "No, you can wait," was the only thing he said, before continuing to lick and tease the puckered skin under his tongue.
When Greg's whimpers and moans grew to desperate keens, Naveen pulled back. He let go of the boy's wrist, and grabbed his hips. And then, with one swift sure movement, he flipped Greg onto his back.
Naveen's cock throbbed as he looked down at Greg, who was writhing on the sheets. Grabbing the boy's legs, the Dom pushed them up against Greg's chest. With a smirk, Naveen stabbed his tongue deep into Greg.
The hold on his wrist was frustrating as hell, and Greg whined even more as Naveen continued to hold him so he couldn't stroke his aching cock to release. Greg's voice rose uncontrollably as the other whore licked at him, and then, before he could fight it, Naveen had flipped him over and pressed Greg's legs out of his way.
Naveen's tongue found its way into the place Greg had originally wanted it, causing a sudden gurgling sound as Greg tried desperately not to scream with the intense pleasure of it.
Oh God! Greg's cock pulsed hotly, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out for long.
Greg's hole was clamping down around Naveen's tongue, which made his dick begin to throb in sympathy. It wanted to be there, feeling that heat and pressure. His greedy tongue penetrated the boy another time, before moving to nip at the soft flesh of his leg.
Naveen's fingers felt for the vial of oil, but the bottle had been knocked away from where it had been dropped. Manicured fingers eventually closed around the bottle, and Naveen coated his cock. He leered down at Greg as he stroked himself. And it only was when Naveen himself felt his orgasm near, did he once again push Greg's legs back against his chest, and line his cock up against his entrance.
There was no resistance at all as he slid in. Greg took all he had to offer, and easily. Naveen's eyes fell closed, and once he was halfway inside the young whore, he jerked his hips forward and pushed in the rest of the way.
Greg sobbed in relief as Naveen pushed into him at last. It had taken all his breath to concentrate on not coming as he waited for the other man to slick himself up, and now it was almost too much to bear. His whole body quivered, teetering on the brink of an orgasm he was sure should have come already.
"Fuck me! Please... now..." he begged in a voice low from the hormones raging around his blood as he tried desperately to push back against the man pressing down on him. He could feel the sweat building on his flushed skin, and he groaned, reaching to grip Naveen's arm in the hopes of speeding him up.
Naveen nodded, unable to form words any longer. But he had promised Greg that he would fuck him until he couldn't stand it any longer. And so he was going to. Bracing one hand on the wall above the bed, he used the other to push Greg's leg up higher so he opened up more.
Long damp curls fell into his face, and Naveen tossed his head, then let go of Greg's leg to push the hair back. But as soon as it fell back into place, Naveen gave up trying to control it and grabbed at Greg again.
All Greg could do at this stage was to groan and hold tight to where he gripped the bedding in one hand and Naveen's arm in the other.
Naveen again told himself that he had promised he wasn't going to stop fucking Greg until the boy couldn't take it another moment. But his own orgasm was fast approaching, and Greg looked like he was moments away from losing himself completely.
As he continued to fuck Greg with all his force, he found himself unable to either give the boy permission, or touch Greg himself. After several attempts, Naveen managed a grunt, and a nod, freeing Greg to come.
Greg's groans grew as Naveen pounded into him; the head of his cock scraping straight across his prostate on each deep and harsh thrust. Greg could see colors before his eyes and held back desperately with the effort of obeying Naveen. He was so far gone that he almost missed the nod of permission, but it barely mattered as it was practically too late anyway. With a jerk of his hips as he pushed into Naveen's next thrust, Greg's climax burst from him, globules of come hitting both of their sweaty bodies as they continued to move together.
Following Greg over easily as his hole clamped down around Naveen's cock, the Dom slammed in as deeply as he could go as his cock jerked and pulsed. He might have made a noise; might have laughed; might have let out a sob. Or it might have all just been in his head.
But as soon as the world stopped spinning, Naveen quickly slid out of Greg's still-shuddering body, and collapsed next to him on the bed.
Exhausted, Greg flopped back, letting his aching legs slide down. He stroked one hand absently against his heaving chest, forgetting about the mess on his body for a moment.
As his breathing returned to normal, Greg studied Naveen lying next to him. Whether what they'd just done had made Naveen forget whatever had happened to him earlier, Greg couldn't guess, but he did seem close to sleep.
Deciding there was little else he could do for the man now he had helped tire him, Greg reached for a couple of the soft cloths in the drawer next to the bed and wiped at his damp and sticky skin with one before beginning to attend to Naveen with the other.
Eyes opening a bit wider as Greg wiped at his stomach, Naveen idly wondered where Josh was, and what he was doing. Greg, for all his efforts, hadn't fully distracted Naveen. But he'd made things easier. The Dom's mind had settled some.
"I am tired." He offered to the young man softly. Greg could make of the statement what he would. But Naveen's eyes stayed open, locked with Greg's for a long few moments, before he rolled so he could watch the ceiling.
The look in Naveen's eyes as he spoke said he was tired in more than one way, but Greg doubted there was much more he could do to help with whatever else was running through the man's head tonight. He merely nodded softly in reply and turned away when Naveen did, discarding the used cloths on the floor for now.
Settling down with his back to Naveen, Greg let thoughts of Nick return. He did love the man; how could he not? Everything about his interactions with him was so different to all his other clients. It was probably foolish to think they could end up together, but it was hard not to hope for it.
Briefly, he wondered how much Naveen would continue to fight with whatever was going on between him and Sawyer, and slowly, as he let go of that thought and pictured Nick's smiling countenance, Greg found sleep pulling him under.
Naveen let his eyes fall shut when he heard his bed-mate's breathing even out. Unbidden, but not exactly unwanted, thoughts of Josh surfaced. He thought of the kiss again, and how he had felt in that moment.
Maybe this meant that Sawyer was ready to move things forward in their relationship as Dominant and submissive. Or that he wanted to add these kisses to their sessions. Or maybe they were back again to Josh's feelings possibly being too strong.
But that didn't change how he had reacted to the kiss. Naveen had reacted to it unlike anything he'd ever had before. And he'd liked it. What did that mean? And what would that bring for tomorrow? How would he react? Would he lose his control, as he had tonight?
Naveen reasoned that there was no way he could know how he would react until the time came, and with that thought, he began to drift off.
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Next week we look at what's happening in another of the attic rooms around the same time.