Body Work--Alternate POV--NC-17
Here's a little something I've been working on. It's been beta'd by msjudi, vedaprophet, and had it's ass kicked by kinneytay ♥ . (Thank you peggin for your notes as well!) There really is something to be said for alternate POVs.......
BODY WORK-ALTERNATE POV
Haven’t been to Babylon in a while, but I’m horny tonight. Horny enough, I guess, to cruise this place. Every once in a while one of these clubbing boys is enough to scratch my itch. Sometimes I’m just not in the mood for a quick fuck with someone who’s my counterpart. I just don’t feel like fucking some guy and then talking about mortgage rates while I look for my damn underwear. But this guy I picked up tonight is the farthest thing from a club kid I’ve ever seen in Babylon. He’s way too intelligent, too smart, doesn’t even dress the part. I knew the minute I saw him that he was totally out of place here. But, he bit when I threw out the bait, even though he wanted to go get coffee first. That’s a new one. But, okay. So we talked, and then went back to his place. Definitely won’t be talking mortgage rates with this guy, not with the dump he lives in. I’m curious though, I’ve just gotta know….
“So have you ever done this before?”
“Done what?”
“You know, gone home with a guy you didn’t know? A complete stranger?”
“Sure. Plenty of times.” This guy’s either new in town, or he just doesn’t go clubbing much. That was an intense fuck, too. Very intense. He’s lying. This isn’t his thing.
“I guess you do it a lot, huh?” Not sure exactly how to take that.
“It’s called tricking. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
“Yes, thank you. I’ve heard of it. Done it myself. Just not that often. You just don’t strike me as the type.” What does that mean?
“Why? Because I’m tall, dark and well-off?” He thinks that’s funny.
“Kind of. You just look like a guy who’s got it all together-Smart, money. Not the kind of guy who needs to be looking for it at Babylon.”
“Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving. It’s just one of my many haunts. And what about you?” He’s definitely not the type to be hanging out there.
“Guess we can all be mysterious. I go there to watch a lot. See what’s going on in the scene once a month or so. Once in a while, I get lucky.”
“Like to watch, huh? I know guys like that.” Explains why he was lurking, why it was like he came out of nowhere.
“Not exactly what I meant.”
“You mean hang out. Watch the guys, the people.” With eyes like this guy has, he’s definitely a watcher.
“Right. It’s interesting. Always certain guys, certain couples that stand out.”
“Like the naked dancers and that Brian Kinney guy and his boyfriend.” People tell me I look like that Kinney guy all the time. I don’t really see it, but, hey, I figure it’s a compliment.
“Oh, yeah, them. They’re not shy, huh?”
“Um, no. I kind of had an accidental threesome with them once-at their place. Not on my top ten list of things to do again, by the way.” Whoa, that got his attention.
“An accidental threesome?”
“Yeah, it was fucking bizarre. The blond kid, Justin, picked me up one night, took me back there. It was a twosome to start off with until Kinney came home early. Then it just got fucking weird.”
“Justin picked you up?” Hell, yeah, he’s quite the flirt.
“Yeah. I thought I was about an hour away from a very sweet piece of ass. Boy, was I wrong.”
“Tell me about it.” He’s a little too interested.
“Why don’t you suck my cock again?” He’s okay at it. I’ve had better. I’ll bet that Justin kid can suck cock like a Hoover. This guy, not so much.
“Tell me and I will. I promise.” Tit for tat. Don’t have anything better to do.
“All right, deal. But, just for the record, I don’t usually make deals like this. But since I don’t know you and you don’t know me, fuck it. I’ve never told anybody this before anyway. Shit, I could’ve lost my license.”
“What license?”
“I’m a massage therapist. Well, I was. Don’t really practice anymore. Body work is very emotional. You’re an artist, basically. Pouring yourself into other people every day is exhausting work. It wore me out.”
“That’s why you’re so amazing in bed.” He noticed, or he’s trying to butter me up. I’m not sure.
“And you’re fucking intense. Your eyes are so dark and your hands. God. They’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah, people tell me that a lot.” Guy’s definitely not modest. Now he’s looking at them, straightening them out. I noticed that at the coffee shop. He’s obsessed with his hands. “Give me some lotion. I’ll massage them while I tell you this crazy story.”
“Thanks. They could use it.”
“Sure. I miss my work.” This is cheap ass lotion.
“Your hands are really dry. I’ll write down the name of some lotion you should try so they won’t crack so bad.”
“I’m outside a lot. Occupational hazard. Tell me the story.”
“Okay. Once upon a time…” he laughs, gets comfortable. I’ve never seen anybody look at me with such intensity. “So I was at Babylon one night, horny. Looking for a quick fuck and got way more than I bargained for. Blonds aren’t really my type-“
“Obviously. You’re in bed with me.” This guy’s such a peacock.
“And this Justin kid-I didn’t know his name then, but I knew who he was-or rather whose he was-“ He rolls his eyes. “He approaches me on the dance floor, tells the guy I’m dancing with to ‘fuck off’ and propositions me flat out. Next thing I know, I’m driving him back to their loft.”
“Wait, Brian, his boyfriend, wasn’t there?”
“Nope. And I hadn’t seen him all night, either. And Justin made it perfectly clear that they trick. Plus, he’d had a hit of something. I think ‘e’. He was feeling no pain. So I took him home. I mean, half of me thought-I’ll just take him home, make sure he gets home safe, and that’ll be that. I wasn’t gonna push it.”
“But?”
“But he did. He was all over me in the elevator, in the living room, in the bedroom. God, their place is fucking amazing. So we get in the bedroom. He tells me to undress, and he goes in the bathroom, shuts the door, and comes back out a few minutes later. Completely naked. I was kind of freaked, really.” He just pulled his hands away from me. “You all right?”
“Yeah, I’m just cold. Can you hand me that other blanket? The heat sucks here.”
“Sure. So, we’re both in bed, and honestly I’m not sure what he wants besides for me to fuck him. He’s lying beside me, and he’s just touching me like I’m this new toy with this beautiful look on his face, and I’m thinking, This is it. Time to do the deed and all of a sudden, the loft door opens. He doesn’t even flinch. He just smiles. Just looks at me and smiles. I, of course, am freaking the fuck out. I look at him and I say, ‘he’s home,’ and he says, ‘I know.’ Next thing I know, Kinney’s standing in the bedroom, in his Armani suit, and all he says is, ‘up to no good, I see.’ Justin just laughs. Kinney leans over, over me like I’m not even there, and kisses him, and then goes to the closet and hangs up his suit jacket. The rest of it from there on out was the most surreal night of my entire life…"
…………….
“You know, I should be going," I say, removing Justin’s palm from my chest for the fifth time now.
“No, don’t go. I don’t want you to go.”
“Justin’s a little whiny sometimes when he’s fucked up. Don’t mind him.” I sit there in awe and watch as Brian comes and sits down on Justin’s side of the bed. Justin rolls toward him as Brian puts his hand on his face. “You’re fucked up.”
“Yeah.” Justin smiles at him. “You’re way early. I wasn’t expecting you for at least another two hours.”
“Our meeting let out early. Thought I’d surprise you.” My eyes double in size as Brian’s hand slides down Justin’s belly to his cock, softly stroking him. Justin licks his lips. Brian starts speaking again.
“I know you.” It takes me a minute to realize he’s even speaking to me because he isn’t even looking at me.
“You’re talking to me?”
“Yeah.” Still, he’s looking at Justin, softly stroking him. “I know you. I know where you work. One of your partners, I see him about once a month or so.”
“Brian, what are you talking about?” Justin’s voice is so playful, but Brian ignores him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t make the connection. Our offices have separate entrances.” He nods.
“We don’t fuck people we know.”
“Right. Like I said, I should be going.”
“No. I don’t want you to go. I want you to give him a massage. I’ll pay you twice your regular rate. I want to watch.”
“Mmmmm. That sounds nice.” Justin turns back toward me. “Please don’t go. You’re really hot.” Brian nods. I look at both of them. This is hands down the strangest situation I’ve ever been in, but I want to do it. I want to put my hands all over Justin, and not really in a sexual way. More in a, ‘he’s so fucking beautiful, I just have to touch him,’ kind of way.
So I ask Brian if he has any massage oil or anything and he tells me to go look in the bathroom cabinet, so I do. I get my bearings while I’m in there. You know, piss, splash cold water on my face, probably pray or something, and when I come back out-Brian has “ambianced” the whole place. No lights on, just white candles burning on the nightstands, ambient music playing, and a chair sitting beside the bed for him. And he’s sitting on the bed, next to Justin. I stood there in the doorway of the bathroom with my jeans back on, waiting for him to get back in the chair. I wasn’t gong to interrupt them. I couldn’t.
“I’ve never had a massage before, Brian.”
“I know. You’ll like it. It’ll feel good. Especially since you’re high as a fucking kite.” Justin thinks that’s hysterical.
“I want you to stay with me. I’m horny.”
“I know you are. I’m going to be right here. Once you’re all done-" he leans down and whispers something in his ear that makes Justin start stroking himself. Brian tells him to stop. Justin grabs him before he can get away.
“Kiss me.”
I can hear them kissing, and then I hear Brian’s voice.
“You’re on.”
I watch Justin’s hand hold onto Brian dramatically until he can’t reach him anymore. Brian settles in the chair, his feet resting on the ledge around the bed. Now it’s my turn to make him feel good. No pressure. Yeah. Right. He loosens his tie, undoes the top button on his shirt, and then, without batting an eye, reaches under his belt and undoes the button on his pants. Then I notice the bottle of Jim Beam on the nightstand that wasn’t there before and the glass. He pours himself a drink, leans back, and smiles. I look down at Justin, who’s looking up at me.
Showtime.
The massage oil I found in his medicine cabinet is a nice, mild almost almond scented oil and I coat my hands with it when I hear Brian.
“Justin, on your stomach.” Justin rolls over, turning his face to the side, so he can see Brian. I have to straddle the kid, I don’t have the luxury of my massage table. And he moans as I lower myself to sit on his legs.
“Okay, Justin, since you’ve never had a massage before, let me just tell you a few things, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Your body can have a lot of reactions to a massage, to being touched like this. If I’m doing anything that bothers you or that you don’t like, tell me right away, okay?”
“Okay.” He’s calm and happy. Almost loopy.
So I start on his shoulders. He’s fairly tense there, like most people. He moans when I touch him, and I’m trying really hard not to get hard because I’m basically working. Sort of. And he’s smiling at Brian and Brian’s smiling back at him. It’s weird, but erotic just the same. I smooth my hands down his arms, and he spreads them out to either side of himself. He has the softest, most beautiful skin. And the kid makes these little noises the whole time. Brian likes that. I can tell he really likes that. So I decide that I’m just going to be hard through this whole thing. Fuck it.
At one point, Justin turns his head over to the other side, away from Brian, and Brian says, ‘Justin,’ in this really firm way. And Justin ignores him and looks up at me and says, ‘do my neck.’ I’m looking at Justin but listening to Brian because by then I know that’s who I’m supposed to be listening to. It’s a really strange feeling. Brian doesn’t say ‘no’, so I work on the back of his neck. Justin holds a lot of tension there, especially right at the base of his skull.
“Am I hurting you?”
“It’s sore.”
“What do you do, Justin? If you don’t mind me asking?” I mean, I usually know something about my clients. Helps me understand them.
“I’m an artist. Mostly computer stuff, though.”
“That’s probably why you’re so stiff in your neck and shoulders. Concentrating too hard. Do you draw a lot, too? I can work on your hands.” He immediately turns his head back to Brian.
“No. I mean, yes, I do. But no, Brian does that. That’s okay.” Brian just smiles at him, this quiet possessive smile.
“Sure, whatever you want.” I start working my way down his back. Brian loosens his tie and unbuttons two more buttons on his shirt. Justin starts to move underneath me. Kind of startles me.
“Can we move over a little, so I can be closer to Brian?” I lift off of him immediately so he can slide closer to the edge of the bed. Brian lights a cigarette and lets it hover between his fingers as he drains his entire glass of whiskey like it’s water.
“Feel good, Justin?” He pours another one.
“Kinda sleepy. I want you to lay beside me.” He reaches out for him. Brian leans forward and starts talking to him in this very soothing voice. It’s more soothing than my hands could ever be. I swear to you, I was jealous of his fucking voice.
“Can’t see you if I lay beside you. I like to watch you unwind like this. It’s hot.” So I’ve been moving down his body the whole time and I’m practically at his ass and wondering if I should keep going, but, honestly, listening to him moan as I massage his lower back is making me crazy.
Justin’s eyes flutter open every few seconds as I massage his lower back, that curve right at the top of his ass. This guy’s a study in the human form. That’s all I can think as I push my fingers into those muscles and feel them start to respond to me.
“Ah. Wow. That’s tight.”
“Yeah. Everybody holds a lot of tension in their lower back. Just relax and let it go.”
“More.” I push a little harder and then re-oil my hands before gliding them down over his ass. And then I hear Brian unzip his pants. Justin calls to him.
“Brian.”
“I’m right here.”
“The candles are pretty.” I had to laugh a little at Justin, but, fortunately, Brian did, too. “Orange and blue. The flame is orange and blue. See, Brian? Like your bedroom. Orange and blue.” Justin cranks his neck back at me. “Orange is the new blue, by the way.” Huh? Brian shakes his head.
“Everybody’s up to date on the rainbow now, Justin. Quit moving your neck all over the place. Defeats the purpose of a massage.”
“You’re bossy, Brian.” Now, Justin’s laughing. Brian looks at me.
“Did you drive him home?”
“Yeah-"
“Yeah, Brian. And he has a hot car just like you. Kind of looks like you, too. Doncha think?” Oh shit. I’m just going to massage. And Brian’s just going to stick his hand farther into his pants. Okay.
“Thought you’d just find a stand-in if I wasn’t available, huh?”
“Yep. I replaced you with a clone.” He’s giggling so much now, I can feel myself pressing on his ass, trying to hold him still. Now, I want to scold him. But I wouldn’t dare.
“Be still, Justin. I’m paying for this.” But Brian would.
“Oooooooooooo, I’m sorry.” He makes a straight face. Yes, I realize the irony in that expression. “I’ll be a good boy.” He winks at me. “For you, Brian. Just for you.” I should leave now. I should really leave.
“Spread your legs, Justin.” I wasn’t expecting Brian to say that. I climb off of him for a second. Justin keeps right on flirting.
“You’re gonna let him fuck me?”
“I’m going to let him spank you if you don’t shut up.”
Justin tilts his head back toward me, and mouths, do it. My eyes get as big as saucers. I know I shook my head. Brian gives him a look. Just a look, and Justin settles down. I re-oil again, running my hands up his thighs and now Brian really starts to get into it. Well, they both do, I guess. Justin’s moaning again, and Brian’s definitely masturbating. And I definitely want to. And then Brian says,
“Don’t stop.”
So I don’t. I just close my eyes for a second and then open them again and just decide to concentrate on Justin’s body, and my touch gets a little more intimate and neither of them seem to mind, so here goes nothing, right? I run my thumbs between his cheeks. Slowly. He’s got the prettiest ass. Jesus. And he starts rutting against the bed a little. I don’t say anything for the rest of the massage unless I absolutely have to. I’m just the messenger. Again, one of the weirdest and most erotic things I’ve ever done.
“Brian.”
“Shhhh.” His skin soaks up oil. I re-apply.
“Mmmmm. I like that. Slippery.” I’m so hard. His inner thighs are really sensitive. He holds his breath.
“Breathe, Justin. It’s important to breathe.”
He exhales underneath me. I can see Brian’s cock out of the corner of my eye. Between Justin’s ass and Brian’s cock-that’s too much perfection to take in at once. Brian’s eyes are lidded. It’s really hard for me to tell how far he wants me to go. I’m running my hand between Justin’s legs, ‘bout as intimate as you can get, and he’s responding to me, he’s pushing back. And I’m thinking, shit? What now? And then Brian reads my mind. Comes out of his lidded trance for a second.
“You want this, Justin?”
“Yes.” He wants me to fuck him? So then I have to ask because Brian is tossing lube onto the bed.
“I’m fuc-"
“He wants the ultimate massage. From the inside.”
“Oh. Right.” Well, I am getting paid.
“Go slow.” Brian might be in masturbatory heaven, but he’s still running this show. “Not just for him, for me.”
So I lube my fingers, praying I don’t have a hang nail, and run the tip of my finger between his cheeks and over his asshole several times because it’s completely clear to me now that I’m just an extension of Brian to this kid. He’s not the least bit phased that it’s me touching him and not Brian. In his mind, I am Brian. Fuck, I was Brian when he picked me up at Babylon. He’s been working me all night since he picked me up on the dance floor. So, I guess I’ll work him right back.
Justin likes this. He likes being fingered. God, I hate that word. It makes me feel like I’m seventeen. But, he does. And he shows his appreciation. Vocally, physically, and even emotionally. He grunts a little, moans a little, hell, the kid purrs. If I was this Kinney guy, and I got to make love to this kid on a regular basis, my ego would be the size of California, too.
“Brian, please come here. I want you.”
“You want to come, Justin?”
“Yes, but I want you with me.”
“I’m staying over here, but I’m watching you.” And then he looks at me. “Let him come.” Justin surprises me, pushing up on his knees, determined I think, to give Brian a show. Brian sits up a little, raises his eyebrow and nods at Justin. He likes what he sees. Justin keeps his face pressed to the mattress, a smile on his face while he stares at Brian and fucks my hand.
God, this kid is so fucking hot. So wanton. He’s high, blond, beautiful, horny as fucking hell, and slowly fucking my hand like it’s just something he can use to get himself off. Like it’s not even attached to another person. His body is glistening from all the massage oil, he’s moaning kind of softly now, and stroking his cock. The room is quiet except for Justin’s personal symphony which isn’t for me, so I kind of try not to listen. It’s a song he’s written just for Brian, his audience of one. I can tell immediately that this is Brian’s favorite song. Hell, this is his favorite movie.
“Do you like this, Brian? You like to watch me get off like this?” Brian’s about to come.
“Yeah. I want you to come right when I do, Justin. Can you do that for me?” Justin increases the pressure on his cock.
“I’ll do anything you want, Brian. Anything..” I’m an accomplice in all of this now, trying to make Justin come in time with Brian because I can tell that Brian’s not gonna last. Justin’s not moving fast enough.
“Fuck, Justin. You little slut.” He just came all over his hand. He is a little slut.
“Brian, you bad boy.” Brian does some evil thing with his eyebrow when Justin teases him. “You should have come over here with me. I could have helped you last longer.”
Brian gets up from the chair and lies down beside him on the bed, feeding him his come-covered hand. I pull out of Justin and start to get off of the bed.
“You don’t have to leave on my account.” I was afraid Brian was going to say that.
“Yeah, that was an amazing prostate massage.” What a fucking tease this kid is.
“I think you two need a moment.” They need more than a moment. They need a weekend. Okay, fuck that, they need their own private island.
And I’m not going to be the massage therapist on that island.
Unless the pay is really, really good.
“Here.” Shit. Brian’s handing me three hundred dollars. Three hundred dollars.
“You don’t owe me that. That was the worst massage I ever gave. Trust me.”
“No, it wasn’t. I liked it.” Justin’s all smiley now, lying on his back beside Brian. I think he’s just happy because Brian’s beside him or something.
“A deal’s a deal.” I take it. You can’t tell this Kinney guy “no.” It’s impossible.
“Thanks.” I grab my shirt and shoes off the floor and step into the bathroom to put them on and to look at myself in the mirror, to see if I’m the same guy I was when I left my house tonight because I sure as hell don’t feel like it. But, yeah, I still look like the same guy. So, I piss, wash my hands, and walk out of the bathroom just in time to see Justin’s face when he comes, to hear him.
“Brian.”
He’s facing me, turned away from Brian, and Brian’s clothes are in a pile on the end of the bed. Brian must have just jerked him off. Justin’s in heaven. Absolute heaven. Looks like he just won the lottery.
Made me glad he waited. Didn’t come before. Made me realize why he was begging for Brian. Made me realize how woefully inadequate my sex life was. That I spend my days getting paid to touch people, and my nights trying to find someone who wants me to.
Made me rethink a lot of things.
………………………….
“So, that’s pretty much it. That’s the whole story. Hook, line, and sinker.” I don’t even have to ask him for the blow job he promised me. He just moves down my body and starts sucking me off. Nice guy. Least he keeps his word. A few minutes later, when I’m coming in his mouth, all I can think about is Justin’s beautiful, smiling face as he laid there in Brian’s arms when he came. And how he wrapped himself up in them immediately afterward, kissing Brian softly, whispering things I couldn’t even hear while I looked around the dark floor for my coat. I don’t even realize my eyes are closed. When I open them, I’m face to face with my most recent pick up, fresh from his hard work.
“You know, come to think of it, I think I saw you there that night at Babylon. The night Justin picked you up.”
“What? Are you kidding me? That was almost a year ago.” I remember because it was right before that asshole Stockwell lost the mayoral race and got what he deserved.
“Yeah, because I remember thinking that I thought he was dancing with Brian, and then I looked and thought, ‘that’s not Brian, that’s some guy who looks almost exactly like him, though. You were wearing a red shirt, right? And your hair was a little shorter?” I can’t believe this guy remembered that. That’s kind of creepy, actually.
“Yeah, actually I was. I was there with my business partner that night. We ended up there on a whim. We were bored. But you know, I’ve really gotta go. I’m flying out of town in the morning. I’ve got an early flight.”
“Sure. Sure. I understand. Listen, I’ll give you my number in case you ever want to hook up again. You know, completely casual. No strings.” I’m not really interested. I don’t even know this guy’s name, but I can take it and throw it in the trash.
“Sure, whatever.” He hands me a piece of paper as I walk out of the door. I don’t even look at it until I’m down the few flights of stairs in his building. I think I’ve heard of this guy.
Ethan Gold
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