Series: Still not enough
Chapter: 4
Written by: Parishs
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Luke had a nice New Years night with a client he can't get out of his head (Luke's POV).
Sequel of the Yule challenge 2915 entry: Not enough
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Thanks to zzzfreckles (Pamela) for the beta and encouragement!!!
PREVIOUS CHAPTER Maybe it was because he wore the same black shirt as when we met but I recognized him immediately, my mind stopped focusing for a moment when I thought back at the night when I unbuttoned it. His unsure fingers were shaking a little and he looked at me if I was alright when he undressed me. It had been a bubble we had acted in, a silent place in space where things just happened because they could, because we both were moving on instinct.
When I looked at his auburn curls I could recall his scent, the manly but not so overdone smell that was somehow hooked in my memory. Nothing about him was flamboyant but he made an impression I couldn't get out of my system. I let my eyes follow his form and images of how much he wanted me invaded my mind. Although he was more than horny he was still shy, or decent, he let me take the lead but somehow guided me towards his deepest fantasies.
Not that we did extra-ordinary things, not at all, he didn't need difficult poses or multiple climaxes. He was easy to satisfy. Why was it so hard for me then to give in to a desire he had, to see me again?
When I looked up I saw Steven looking at me through the glass door. He winked and smiled. I was caught while daydreaming about Reid. Fuck.
I walked back to my office as fast as I could and locked the door. I didn't want him to see me. I sat down behind my desk and tried to control my breathing. It was Reid but somehow he looked different, more self-assured and confident than when I met him. He was here to discuss his foundation I assumed, and that was an area he knew much about. His whole attitude oozed expertise. Determination.
While sitting there with my eyes closed a plan formed in my head. Massaging my temples I knew the answer for Reid: Steven. My accountant was sweet, patient and available, he could give Reid the time and physicality he needed. I just had to come up with a scenario.
Easy too, I would send them to a hospital in a big city and they would have to share a hotel room. I had so many contacts worldwide that I could ask a befriended doctor to invite them. No biggie.
I got my phone out of my pocket and texted Raoul, a brilliant surgeon in New York who I knew from college. He was smart and gorgeous; maybe he wanted a threesome with Reid and Steven. Maybe that was what Reid needed, a sex weekend in which he was the center of attention. I wanted only the best for him.
While I was typing the message I noticed a kind of protection-mode in me, I wanted to warn him for Reid's vulnerability and lack of experience but trying to find the right words I realized that I didn't know much about the guy other than how he smelled. Maybe he was just shy with me because I was a whore, as he called me. I smiled thinking of him using that word. No one had ever called me that but it was so not offensive coming from his mouth that I could take it, Reid thought in analytical terms and looking at the definition I had been a whore.
I recalled the night we had been together, as I did every day. The expectation in his blue eyes when he opened the door was charming and sweet, I saw his eye lid fibrate a little in anticipation but he didn't drag me into his house or push me on his bed.
He was afraid to enter my personal space so I walked to the window and let him set the pace, that way he didn't have to look me in the eye. His hesitation to come close was unknown to me, all the clients I had been with saw me as a kind of prey and took control as if I was theirs because they paid me.
Reid was an exception in so many ways. When I asked him about lube he had to think where it was and when he found it, it turned out to be Vaseline from the hospital. Not some fancy stuff from a kinky online shop like most guys have, so I grabbed mine out of my bag and showed it to him.
"Look, this is better than Vaseline, it doesn't change the structure of the condom and it gives a ticking sensation", I said, sounding like a sex-shop worker. Reid just nodded.
I startled when I heard someone knocking on my door. Steven didn't wait for my answer; he just walked in and closed the door behind him. "Luke, listen, I had to discuss something with Reid and I hope you don't mind that we did it here, in your time, we had to solve a problem and I wanted to continue so we had to schedule a meeting. Normally we do it in the evening but....".
I waved his words away. "It's okay Steven, of course you can meet here and in my time as you call it, you know that my heart is in this project so why so you think I would mind? Can I help?".
He nodded. "That's why I’m here, Reid has some questions about the donations so I wanted to ask you to come and join us because you have brought in most of the cash so you have the answers he needs".
O fuck. I couldn't come up with a decent reason for not talking to Reid so I nodded. "I only have a minute but maybe that's enough, let me finish my mail and I will be there in a sec".
"Have you met?", Steven asked while he stood up. "It's weird that you haven't spoken to Reid before, maybe we can arrange a meeting once a month with the three of us".
This was not going to happen but I didn't know why immediately. "Yes I have met him once, but ....please swear that you won't dig deeper into this. I can't have meetings with him after today. He is brilliant but....".
Steven smiled and winked. "I sensed that something had happened between you two, he isn't eager to see you too Luke. But you have to reconsider because I watched you when you looked at him and I know that gaze. You like him. More than you want to".
I closed my eyes because Steven was saying out loud what I knew already. If I didn't see Reid it was bearable, but when he was in the building I turned into a teenager with blushing cheeks and heart flutters. And thinking about sitting next to him I felt swear dripping down on my back. This was absurd.
So I postponed the moment I had to leave my office and I looked out of the window for a while. Maybe I just had to face it and discuss his questions with him, maybe this was all just a mind fuck and would I be cured when I saw him. Maybe I was blowing this totally out of proportion.
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