Professional (2/2)
Part One
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hi! What - ?"
"I’m hiding from my family."
"Things aren’t going well?"
"There’s just a lot of them. And I wanted to hear your voice."
"Aw."
"Oh, stop it."
"Where are you hiding?"
"The tree house."
"The...tree house?"
"Tommy and I built it years ago."
"How very all-American childhood of you."
"Hey, don’t knock it. I lost my virginity in this tree house. Both times."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Tell me more."
"I have a better idea."
"Ha. Kevin, I’m actually at work right now; I’m setting up tables."
"Oh. OK."
"...Hold on."
"What?"
"Tina, I have to go out to the van. We need more...vegetables."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Hold on."
"...Scotty?"
"God, you’re so impatient. OK, this has to be quick. Do you have your pants open yet?"
"I wasn’t serious!"
"I am."
"You’re at work. What happened to being professional?"
"The party is at John Kendall’s."
"That bastard conservative who - ?"
"That’s the one."
"Tell me you spit in his food."
"Take off your pants already!"
"OK! Sorry!"
"You like it when I’m bossy. Now, lick your palm. Get your hand nice and wet."
"Yes, sir."
"Hmm, ‘sir.’ I like that. OK, take hold of yourself. Not too fast. Cup yourself."
"Ngh."
"Is your hand wet?"
"Mm. Mm-hmm."
"Good. This is what I used to do to myself when I thought of you. Remember, you went down on me? That was the best blowjob of my entire life. I’d get my hand wet, pretend it was your mouth. I’d suck on my fingers, then bring them down, trace them up the shaft and around the tip. They’d be your tongue. Suck on your fingers, Kevin."
"Mmph. Oh...God."
"For weeks now, all I’ve been able to think about is that night and your warm, wet mouth. I want you to take me deep in your throat, Kevin. And I want to go down on you, taste you, give you a chance to feel what I felt."
"Scotty, I - "
CRASH.
"Kevin?...Kev?...Kevin?!"
The phone was dead.
***
"Um, hello?"
"It’s me."
"What happened?!"
"The, uh, the floor of the tree house had rotted through. And I...fell."
"Oh my God, are you OK?"
"Yeah. The landing was pretty soft, actually. My phone isn’t working, though. This is my sister’s number."
"I was really worried."
"I’m sorry. The worst part was everyone came running. I had to explain why I was in the tree house with my pants around my ankles."
Scotty burst into laughter.
"It’s not funny. You’re invited to family dinner next Saturday."
Scotty immediately sobered. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Is that...is that OK?"
Scotty paused nervously. "No, it’s fine. It’s just...don’t you think it’s a little soon? We haven’t even gone on a date. Recently."
"That’s funny. I thought we’ve been dating for, like, a month now."
"I don’t normally pay my boyfriends a retainer."
"I don’t normally call my clients every night."
"Well, obviously it’s an unusual situation, Kevin, but we agreed to wait until after the trial to - "
"Look, if you don’t want to come, fine, but don’t act like there isn’t something here."
"I’m not saying that, but we’re not engaged or anything either. And besides, I have a catering job on Saturday."
"Is that a premature excuse?"
"No, Kevin," Scotty said angrily. "I’m not a child. I have to work."
"Can you get someone to fill in?"
"It’s not that. It’s kind of a lot of money."
"Oh. Well...I could reimburse you."
"...Excuse me?"
"This is a big deal for me, Scotty. I’ve never brought anyone home before."
"So, you offer to pay me to be your date?"
"What? No, that’s not what I meant."
"Remember when I said I’d let you know if you crossed a line about money and finances? This is one of those times."
"Come on, Scotty."
"I’ll talk to you later," Scotty said and hung up.
***
The pounding on his door woke Scotty up. He blearily looked at his alarm clock. 2:00 AM.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself.
Another knock propelled him out of bed. He nearly stubbed a toe before he found the light switch. He stumbled through the living room and looked through the peephole. Sighing, he opened the door.
"Kevin, what are you doing here?"
"I’m sorry," he said quickly. "I know it’s - I wanted to apologize."
"Why didn't you just call? Or wait until morning?"
"I felt like I should say this in person. And as soon as possible."
Scotty stared silently at Kevin, waiting for him to continue.
Kevin took a deep breath, gesturing with his hands as he began. "I don’t want to...buy you. And I’m sorry for not respecting your work responsibilities. I really did not mean it like it sounded. It’s just - I like you. A lot. And I’m not very good at - relationships. If I’m coming on too strong or too fast - "
"Kevin," Scotty interrupted him with a sigh. He leaned against the doorframe, closing his eyes briefly before looking at him again. "It’s OK. I overreacted. I really want you to see me as...your equal, someone you wouldn’t...be embarrassed by. And I know that’s my problem; that’s my homework. But I’m not very good at relationships either."
"You could have fooled me. Frankly, I'm relieved you’re not as wildly evolved as you seem. That can be very intimidating."
Scotty laughed in soft self-deprecation, and Kevin turned earnest. "I don’t want to wait five more years for another chance with you."
Scotty gave him a small smile and stepped back from the door, opening it wider. "Get in here."
Kevin walked into the apartment, quickly becoming sluggish with relief and crashing adrenaline. Scotty closed and locked the door. Kevin half-turned to face him, but Scotty pressed lightly on his back, guiding him to the bedroom.
"This seems to be moving awfully fast, don’t you think?" Kevin said, laughing quietly. "I thought you wanted to go on a date before we got too serious."
"Shut up," Scotty replied. "We’ve been dating for a month, remember? Besides, nothing’s going to happen. We’re going to sleep. I’m tired, and you look like you’re going to fall over."
Kevin opened his mouth to protest but ended up yawning instead.
"See?" Scotty said.
"I couldn’t decide what to do," Kevin explained. "I couldn’t sleep. I just kept going back and forth, and finally I got in my car and drove straight here."
"Your family knows you left, right?"
Kevin was silent for a long moment. "I’ll call my mom in the morning," he finally said, and Scotty shook his head in amusement.
They arrived in the bedroom, and Scotty pushed Kevin down onto the bed. He knelt next to him, reaching down to pull off his shoes. Then he reached up for Kevin’s belt buckle.
"If you really just want to sleep, you better stop putting ideas in my head," Kevin said quietly.
Scotty looked up at him with a sly smile. "I like your optimism, but you’re going to be asleep as soon as your head touches that pillow."
"That sounds like a challenge."
"OK, I’m going to be asleep as soon as my head touches a pillow."
"Fair enough."
Kevin found some energy and forced himself to unzip his pants. He pushed them off his legs, and then pulled his sweater over his head. He laid down while Scotty turned off the light. Kevin could feel the mattress dip as Scotty knelt on the edge of the bed before crawling under the covers and curling up next to him. He reached over, finding the other man in the dark and pulling him closer. Scotty sighed, closing his eyes. Within minutes, they were both asleep.
***
Kevin gave a happy sigh as he rolled over. He could feel the sunlight shining on his face, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so well. He slowly opened his eyes, and then sat straight up, trying to remember where he was. The brief panic left him almost immediately, though, as his brain caught up.
"Scotty," he murmured, rubbing at his face.
He looked over to the other side of the bed. It was empty, but when he reached a hand over, the sheets were still a little warm. There was a fantastic smell coming from the kitchen. Kevin flung aside the covers and went to find his boyfriend.
When Kevin entered the kitchen, he saw Scotty standing at the stove. He was flipping pancakes with one hand and holding onto his phone with the other as he talked.
"Jesse, I owe you. I really appreciate it. Thanks."
Scotty hung up and put the phone on the counter.
"Hey," Kevin said.
Scotty jumped, turning to face Kevin. He flashed a smile before turning back to the stove.
"Morning, Mister. Are you hungry?"
"Mmm," Kevin answered noncommittally. He walked up behind Scotty, wrapping his arms around the other man’s stomach and turning his head to the side to rest his cheek on Scotty’s shoulder blade. He pressed his hips against Scotty, and Scotty snickered.
"Are you hungry for food?" Scotty clarified, and Kevin smiled.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked softly.
Scotty was quiet for a moment. He flipped a pancake over. "Co-worker," he finally said. "I asked him to cover my shift on Saturday."
Kevin inhaled sharply. "You’re coming to dinner?"
Scotty nodded and took a deep breath himself. "Yep."
Kevin lifted his head, turning it to kiss Scotty’s shoulder. He heard Scotty exhale. Kevin stood straighter, reaching around Scotty to turn off the burner. He took the spatula from Scotty’s hand and placed it on the counter.
"What are you doing?" Scotty asked, confused.
"We can nuke these later or something. I want breakfast in bed."
Scotty stared at him, still somewhat in shock but starting to smile slightly. "Kevin."
Kevin ran a palm down Scotty’s arm and then grabbed his hand. Tugging slightly, he started to lead Scotty back to the bedroom. He stopped almost immediately, though, and turned back to the counter. Kevin grabbed the container of maple syrup and began walking again.
"Come on."
***
"Have you thought about what you’re going to do with the reward?"
Scotty started. He had been staring out the car window, nervously trying to avoid thinking about the dinner they were going to. Unfortunately, that was the only thing he could think about.
"What?"
Kevin glanced at him before looking back at the road in front of him. "The reward?"
"What about it?"
Kevin laughed. "Do you know what you’re going to do with it?"
"Um, no," Scotty said hesitantly, reaching up to rub at his eyebrow. "Yes. I don’t know."
Kevin turned again, giving Scotty a confused look. "OK."
The other man sighed. "Don’t laugh. I was thinking...I was thinking about applying for cooking school."
Kevin twisted to face him in surprise. "Really?"
Scotty pointed at the road. "Kevin," he warned, and Kevin refocused on his driving. "Yeah, I thought...well, maybe I’d try to become a chef."
"I think that’s a great idea."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Scotty, you love to cook, and you’re fantastic at it. Why not?"
"I might not even get in."
"Doesn’t hurt to try. Of course, that kills my suggestion."
Scotty smiled at Kevin. "What was your suggestion?"
"I thought," he said shyly, "a trip or something. Paris, maybe."
"City of love?" Scotty asked with a grin.
Kevin blushed, and they were silent for a few moments. Finally, Scotty said, "That would be nice, too."
"Absolutely not. You should do what you want. It was just an idea."
"It was a good idea," Scotty argued. "We should keep it in mind for the future."
Kevin unexpectedly pulled to the side of the road. He put the car in park and turned to face Scotty. "We should," he quietly agreed.
Scotty stared at him, and then leaned forward to kiss him. Kevin stopped him before he could make contact, however. He pointed behind Scotty.
"We’re here."
Scotty quickly twisted around to look at the house.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "I remember this place."
"For an entire year," Kevin said softly, "I compared every man I met to you."
"I can’t understand why we both...it was just one night, Kev," Scotty said, still staring at the house.
Kevin sighed. "You made quite an impression."
Scotty turned back to Kevin, smiling broadly. He moved closer, kissing Kevin deeply before the other man could stop him again. They separated slowly, resting their foreheads against each other.
"You were worth the wait," Scotty murmured.
Kevin pulled back further and opened his eyes. The strong intimacy, the vivid memories, the barely-restrained passion were palpable in the car. Suddenly, Kevin grinned, breaking the tension.
"Ready to meet my family?" he asked.
The End
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hi! What - ?"
"I’m hiding from my family."
"Things aren’t going well?"
"There’s just a lot of them. And I wanted to hear your voice."
"Aw."
"Oh, stop it."
"Where are you hiding?"
"The tree house."
"The...tree house?"
"Tommy and I built it years ago."
"How very all-American childhood of you."
"Hey, don’t knock it. I lost my virginity in this tree house. Both times."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Tell me more."
"I have a better idea."
"Ha. Kevin, I’m actually at work right now; I’m setting up tables."
"Oh. OK."
"...Hold on."
"What?"
"Tina, I have to go out to the van. We need more...vegetables."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Hold on."
"...Scotty?"
"God, you’re so impatient. OK, this has to be quick. Do you have your pants open yet?"
"I wasn’t serious!"
"I am."
"You’re at work. What happened to being professional?"
"The party is at John Kendall’s."
"That bastard conservative who - ?"
"That’s the one."
"Tell me you spit in his food."
"Take off your pants already!"
"OK! Sorry!"
"You like it when I’m bossy. Now, lick your palm. Get your hand nice and wet."
"Yes, sir."
"Hmm, ‘sir.’ I like that. OK, take hold of yourself. Not too fast. Cup yourself."
"Ngh."
"Is your hand wet?"
"Mm. Mm-hmm."
"Good. This is what I used to do to myself when I thought of you. Remember, you went down on me? That was the best blowjob of my entire life. I’d get my hand wet, pretend it was your mouth. I’d suck on my fingers, then bring them down, trace them up the shaft and around the tip. They’d be your tongue. Suck on your fingers, Kevin."
"Mmph. Oh...God."
"For weeks now, all I’ve been able to think about is that night and your warm, wet mouth. I want you to take me deep in your throat, Kevin. And I want to go down on you, taste you, give you a chance to feel what I felt."
"Scotty, I - "
CRASH.
"Kevin?...Kev?...Kevin?!"
The phone was dead.
***
"Um, hello?"
"It’s me."
"What happened?!"
"The, uh, the floor of the tree house had rotted through. And I...fell."
"Oh my God, are you OK?"
"Yeah. The landing was pretty soft, actually. My phone isn’t working, though. This is my sister’s number."
"I was really worried."
"I’m sorry. The worst part was everyone came running. I had to explain why I was in the tree house with my pants around my ankles."
Scotty burst into laughter.
"It’s not funny. You’re invited to family dinner next Saturday."
Scotty immediately sobered. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Is that...is that OK?"
Scotty paused nervously. "No, it’s fine. It’s just...don’t you think it’s a little soon? We haven’t even gone on a date. Recently."
"That’s funny. I thought we’ve been dating for, like, a month now."
"I don’t normally pay my boyfriends a retainer."
"I don’t normally call my clients every night."
"Well, obviously it’s an unusual situation, Kevin, but we agreed to wait until after the trial to - "
"Look, if you don’t want to come, fine, but don’t act like there isn’t something here."
"I’m not saying that, but we’re not engaged or anything either. And besides, I have a catering job on Saturday."
"Is that a premature excuse?"
"No, Kevin," Scotty said angrily. "I’m not a child. I have to work."
"Can you get someone to fill in?"
"It’s not that. It’s kind of a lot of money."
"Oh. Well...I could reimburse you."
"...Excuse me?"
"This is a big deal for me, Scotty. I’ve never brought anyone home before."
"So, you offer to pay me to be your date?"
"What? No, that’s not what I meant."
"Remember when I said I’d let you know if you crossed a line about money and finances? This is one of those times."
"Come on, Scotty."
"I’ll talk to you later," Scotty said and hung up.
***
The pounding on his door woke Scotty up. He blearily looked at his alarm clock. 2:00 AM.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself.
Another knock propelled him out of bed. He nearly stubbed a toe before he found the light switch. He stumbled through the living room and looked through the peephole. Sighing, he opened the door.
"Kevin, what are you doing here?"
"I’m sorry," he said quickly. "I know it’s - I wanted to apologize."
"Why didn't you just call? Or wait until morning?"
"I felt like I should say this in person. And as soon as possible."
Scotty stared silently at Kevin, waiting for him to continue.
Kevin took a deep breath, gesturing with his hands as he began. "I don’t want to...buy you. And I’m sorry for not respecting your work responsibilities. I really did not mean it like it sounded. It’s just - I like you. A lot. And I’m not very good at - relationships. If I’m coming on too strong or too fast - "
"Kevin," Scotty interrupted him with a sigh. He leaned against the doorframe, closing his eyes briefly before looking at him again. "It’s OK. I overreacted. I really want you to see me as...your equal, someone you wouldn’t...be embarrassed by. And I know that’s my problem; that’s my homework. But I’m not very good at relationships either."
"You could have fooled me. Frankly, I'm relieved you’re not as wildly evolved as you seem. That can be very intimidating."
Scotty laughed in soft self-deprecation, and Kevin turned earnest. "I don’t want to wait five more years for another chance with you."
Scotty gave him a small smile and stepped back from the door, opening it wider. "Get in here."
Kevin walked into the apartment, quickly becoming sluggish with relief and crashing adrenaline. Scotty closed and locked the door. Kevin half-turned to face him, but Scotty pressed lightly on his back, guiding him to the bedroom.
"This seems to be moving awfully fast, don’t you think?" Kevin said, laughing quietly. "I thought you wanted to go on a date before we got too serious."
"Shut up," Scotty replied. "We’ve been dating for a month, remember? Besides, nothing’s going to happen. We’re going to sleep. I’m tired, and you look like you’re going to fall over."
Kevin opened his mouth to protest but ended up yawning instead.
"See?" Scotty said.
"I couldn’t decide what to do," Kevin explained. "I couldn’t sleep. I just kept going back and forth, and finally I got in my car and drove straight here."
"Your family knows you left, right?"
Kevin was silent for a long moment. "I’ll call my mom in the morning," he finally said, and Scotty shook his head in amusement.
They arrived in the bedroom, and Scotty pushed Kevin down onto the bed. He knelt next to him, reaching down to pull off his shoes. Then he reached up for Kevin’s belt buckle.
"If you really just want to sleep, you better stop putting ideas in my head," Kevin said quietly.
Scotty looked up at him with a sly smile. "I like your optimism, but you’re going to be asleep as soon as your head touches that pillow."
"That sounds like a challenge."
"OK, I’m going to be asleep as soon as my head touches a pillow."
"Fair enough."
Kevin found some energy and forced himself to unzip his pants. He pushed them off his legs, and then pulled his sweater over his head. He laid down while Scotty turned off the light. Kevin could feel the mattress dip as Scotty knelt on the edge of the bed before crawling under the covers and curling up next to him. He reached over, finding the other man in the dark and pulling him closer. Scotty sighed, closing his eyes. Within minutes, they were both asleep.
***
Kevin gave a happy sigh as he rolled over. He could feel the sunlight shining on his face, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so well. He slowly opened his eyes, and then sat straight up, trying to remember where he was. The brief panic left him almost immediately, though, as his brain caught up.
"Scotty," he murmured, rubbing at his face.
He looked over to the other side of the bed. It was empty, but when he reached a hand over, the sheets were still a little warm. There was a fantastic smell coming from the kitchen. Kevin flung aside the covers and went to find his boyfriend.
When Kevin entered the kitchen, he saw Scotty standing at the stove. He was flipping pancakes with one hand and holding onto his phone with the other as he talked.
"Jesse, I owe you. I really appreciate it. Thanks."
Scotty hung up and put the phone on the counter.
"Hey," Kevin said.
Scotty jumped, turning to face Kevin. He flashed a smile before turning back to the stove.
"Morning, Mister. Are you hungry?"
"Mmm," Kevin answered noncommittally. He walked up behind Scotty, wrapping his arms around the other man’s stomach and turning his head to the side to rest his cheek on Scotty’s shoulder blade. He pressed his hips against Scotty, and Scotty snickered.
"Are you hungry for food?" Scotty clarified, and Kevin smiled.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked softly.
Scotty was quiet for a moment. He flipped a pancake over. "Co-worker," he finally said. "I asked him to cover my shift on Saturday."
Kevin inhaled sharply. "You’re coming to dinner?"
Scotty nodded and took a deep breath himself. "Yep."
Kevin lifted his head, turning it to kiss Scotty’s shoulder. He heard Scotty exhale. Kevin stood straighter, reaching around Scotty to turn off the burner. He took the spatula from Scotty’s hand and placed it on the counter.
"What are you doing?" Scotty asked, confused.
"We can nuke these later or something. I want breakfast in bed."
Scotty stared at him, still somewhat in shock but starting to smile slightly. "Kevin."
Kevin ran a palm down Scotty’s arm and then grabbed his hand. Tugging slightly, he started to lead Scotty back to the bedroom. He stopped almost immediately, though, and turned back to the counter. Kevin grabbed the container of maple syrup and began walking again.
"Come on."
***
"Have you thought about what you’re going to do with the reward?"
Scotty started. He had been staring out the car window, nervously trying to avoid thinking about the dinner they were going to. Unfortunately, that was the only thing he could think about.
"What?"
Kevin glanced at him before looking back at the road in front of him. "The reward?"
"What about it?"
Kevin laughed. "Do you know what you’re going to do with it?"
"Um, no," Scotty said hesitantly, reaching up to rub at his eyebrow. "Yes. I don’t know."
Kevin turned again, giving Scotty a confused look. "OK."
The other man sighed. "Don’t laugh. I was thinking...I was thinking about applying for cooking school."
Kevin twisted to face him in surprise. "Really?"
Scotty pointed at the road. "Kevin," he warned, and Kevin refocused on his driving. "Yeah, I thought...well, maybe I’d try to become a chef."
"I think that’s a great idea."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Scotty, you love to cook, and you’re fantastic at it. Why not?"
"I might not even get in."
"Doesn’t hurt to try. Of course, that kills my suggestion."
Scotty smiled at Kevin. "What was your suggestion?"
"I thought," he said shyly, "a trip or something. Paris, maybe."
"City of love?" Scotty asked with a grin.
Kevin blushed, and they were silent for a few moments. Finally, Scotty said, "That would be nice, too."
"Absolutely not. You should do what you want. It was just an idea."
"It was a good idea," Scotty argued. "We should keep it in mind for the future."
Kevin unexpectedly pulled to the side of the road. He put the car in park and turned to face Scotty. "We should," he quietly agreed.
Scotty stared at him, and then leaned forward to kiss him. Kevin stopped him before he could make contact, however. He pointed behind Scotty.
"We’re here."
Scotty quickly twisted around to look at the house.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "I remember this place."
"For an entire year," Kevin said softly, "I compared every man I met to you."
"I can’t understand why we both...it was just one night, Kev," Scotty said, still staring at the house.
Kevin sighed. "You made quite an impression."
Scotty turned back to Kevin, smiling broadly. He moved closer, kissing Kevin deeply before the other man could stop him again. They separated slowly, resting their foreheads against each other.
"You were worth the wait," Scotty murmured.
Kevin pulled back further and opened his eyes. The strong intimacy, the vivid memories, the barely-restrained passion were palpable in the car. Suddenly, Kevin grinned, breaking the tension.
"Ready to meet my family?" he asked.
The End