Re: Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 1c/?
anonymous
October 24 2011, 21:33:32 UTC
Charles couldn’t quite believe that his inherent politeness had led him to being blown by a prostitute. It wasn’t sensible. But the poor man had kept giving him uncomfortable little glances, and he felt he was making some kind of social faux pas, implying that Erik wasn’t good enough. He had finally cracked.
Still, it wasn’t nearly as sleazy as he’d feared. After getting through a Hitchcock thriller, a whole heap of strawberries, two chess games and a bottle and a half of champagne he’d decided that Erik was much nicer than most of the people in his social circle. Besides, he obviously knew what he was doing, which was more than could be said for the last few incredibly dull men with whom he’d exchanged stilted dinner conversation and unsatisfying blowjobs.
This blowjob certainly fell into the satisfying category. In fact, it lifted the lid off the satisfying category and exploded up into the stratosphere. It was fierce and drawn out and so… bloody… good… Jesus… Christ…
Erik raised his head and licked the come off his lips. It was an image that should have been painted in glowing, subtle colours by an old master.
He really was astonishingly lovely.
It seemed like some sort of response was in order, though the devastating orgasm had made it a little difficult to think straight. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘That was very nice. Thank you very much. Would you like me to, um, return the favour?’
Erik raised a particularly gorgeous eyebrow, the left one, which was perhaps fractionally more beautiful than the right. ‘It’s not really the protocol, but it’s your money. We can do what you like.’
Charles felt rather shy. He was probably blushing, but maybe Erik would take it for arousal rather than embarrassment. ‘Really? Well if you wouldn’t mind… I don’t suppose you’d care to fuck me?’
Erik laughed. It changed his face completely, making him look almost innocent. ‘Over here, then,’ he said, indicating the door to the bedroom. ‘I should tell you, though, that I don’t kiss on the mouth. Or any other orifice. It’s too personal.’
‘Of course, of course. Not a problem.’
It was a tiny bit of a problem. When Erik was inside him, expertly thrusting into that perfect, bone-melting spot, it seemed so unnatural not to press their gasping mouths together. Still, it didn’t dull the bliss of being filled and touched, and coming so hard that he scarcely knew his own name.
He’d take what he could get.
Afterwards, he slipped away from the warm, sleeping body, deciding to give himself another illicit little treat. He went over to his briefcase, pulled out the latest issue of Cell Biology, and settled down happily to read.
***
Erik had always enjoyed sleeping. He particularly enjoyed it when the bed didn’t jab rusting springs into his softer regions at every opportunity, but he never, ever slept at a client’s place. And yet this time he slept late and soundly and woke up feeling almost relaxed.
He looked round warily, then yearningly. There was no sign of Charles, but god, this place was gorgeous, with soft upholstery, elegant artwork and a bathroom the size of a respectable apartment. Caution warred with temptation, and temptation won. The shower was frankly amazing. He spent far too long in it, then wrapped himself up in the fluffy white robe with the hotel logo on the pocket.
When he looked in the mirror he could almost believe it. Just a nice boy in a nice hotel, staying with an old friend.
Yeah, right.
Still, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling of contentment as he wandered out into the main room and looked around for his host.
‘Oh, hello, good morning.’
The voice came from floor level. He looked down. Charles was seated cross-legged, practically under the table, wearing a tattered silk dressing gown, and completely surrounded by journals, photocopies, post-it notes and crumbs of croissant. He smiled vaguely without looking up. ‘I didn’t know what you’d like for breakfast, so I ordered everything, but it smelled good so I ate quite a lot of it.’
‘Fine,’ Erik said, looking at the platters of scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, bacon, pancakes and pastries.
He should just take him money and leave, but he was really, really hungry.
Still, it wasn’t nearly as sleazy as he’d feared. After getting through a Hitchcock thriller, a whole heap of strawberries, two chess games and a bottle and a half of champagne he’d decided that Erik was much nicer than most of the people in his social circle. Besides, he obviously knew what he was doing, which was more than could be said for the last few incredibly dull men with whom he’d exchanged stilted dinner conversation and unsatisfying blowjobs.
This blowjob certainly fell into the satisfying category. In fact, it lifted the lid off the satisfying category and exploded up into the stratosphere. It was fierce and drawn out and so… bloody… good… Jesus… Christ…
Erik raised his head and licked the come off his lips. It was an image that should have been painted in glowing, subtle colours by an old master.
He really was astonishingly lovely.
It seemed like some sort of response was in order, though the devastating orgasm had made it a little difficult to think straight. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘That was very nice. Thank you very much. Would you like me to, um, return the favour?’
Erik raised a particularly gorgeous eyebrow, the left one, which was perhaps fractionally more beautiful than the right. ‘It’s not really the protocol, but it’s your money. We can do what you like.’
Charles felt rather shy. He was probably blushing, but maybe Erik would take it for arousal rather than embarrassment. ‘Really? Well if you wouldn’t mind… I don’t suppose you’d care to fuck me?’
Erik laughed. It changed his face completely, making him look almost innocent. ‘Over here, then,’ he said, indicating the door to the bedroom. ‘I should tell you, though, that I don’t kiss on the mouth. Or any other orifice. It’s too personal.’
‘Of course, of course. Not a problem.’
It was a tiny bit of a problem. When Erik was inside him, expertly thrusting into that perfect, bone-melting spot, it seemed so unnatural not to press their gasping mouths together. Still, it didn’t dull the bliss of being filled and touched, and coming so hard that he scarcely knew his own name.
He’d take what he could get.
Afterwards, he slipped away from the warm, sleeping body, deciding to give himself another illicit little treat. He went over to his briefcase, pulled out the latest issue of Cell Biology, and settled down happily to read.
***
Erik had always enjoyed sleeping. He particularly enjoyed it when the bed didn’t jab rusting springs into his softer regions at every opportunity, but he never, ever slept at a client’s place. And yet this time he slept late and soundly and woke up feeling almost relaxed.
He looked round warily, then yearningly. There was no sign of Charles, but god, this place was gorgeous, with soft upholstery, elegant artwork and a bathroom the size of a respectable apartment. Caution warred with temptation, and temptation won. The shower was frankly amazing. He spent far too long in it, then wrapped himself up in the fluffy white robe with the hotel logo on the pocket.
When he looked in the mirror he could almost believe it. Just a nice boy in a nice hotel, staying with an old friend.
Yeah, right.
Still, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling of contentment as he wandered out into the main room and looked around for his host.
‘Oh, hello, good morning.’
The voice came from floor level. He looked down. Charles was seated cross-legged, practically under the table, wearing a tattered silk dressing gown, and completely surrounded by journals, photocopies, post-it notes and crumbs of croissant. He smiled vaguely without looking up. ‘I didn’t know what you’d like for breakfast, so I ordered everything, but it smelled good so I ate quite a lot of it.’
‘Fine,’ Erik said, looking at the platters of scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, bacon, pancakes and pastries.
He should just take him money and leave, but he was really, really hungry.
***
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