Unexpected Shift

Unexpected Shift

By Seki

How sad was it that the last five minutes of my break were spent looking at the time literally ticking away on my phone? Five minutes left until I had to drag my ass back to the front of a very deserted and lifeless cafe to serve... no one? I was dreading going back up front but I also dreaded being on break. What a waste of time... I knew the holiday craziness was over, but this was ridiculous. And here I was, doom scrolling on my phone, picturing a hundred different places I would rather be instead of rotting away in a break room. On top of him, on top of him, under him, under him in... is that Barcelona? I sighed. Stupid rent. Stupid adult responsibilities... Hopefully this year was the last year I had to work in a godforsaken mall before being able to switch to my actual field... and maybe go on a first vacation in four years...

I sighed again.

Three minutes and forty one seconds...

"Jay! Come up front," yelled Erika as she burst into the backstore almost causing my non-existent pacemaker to go off.

"I still have three minutes and thirty seconds left. Chill, woman," I whaled back, my eyes fixed on yet another candidate, this time from Greece? Mmm... She simply smiled at me, grabbing my traps from behind, almost pressing me down onto my chair, peeking at my screen.

"So I guess you don't want to see an actual sexy hunk in person?"

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a major beat as I turned to face her.

"He's here?!" I asked, leaping out of my seat, wrapping my apron around my waist and giving myself a once over in the reflection of one of the stainless steel fridges. I desperately tried adjusting my hair into somewhat presentable cute curls under this god awful hat as I tongued at my labret piercing nervously.

This had become my daily ritual since first seeing him: the brief sighting, the internal freak-out, the slow calming (and tightening) of my heart as he left. I hated it and loved it. This small interaction was what kept me sane during the most boring shifts of the year. That punch of dopamine was more than enough to fuel me until the next day. Sometimes the freak-out also came before the sighting.

"You look fine, dude," she teased, setting her drink on the table, yanking off her apron and sitting in my chair.

"Fine?! I'm a fucking mess. Why do I even bother? Have you seen him? Have you heard him?!" I cried out, almost defeated, flashes of his face springing in my head.

"Oh c'mon Jay, just tell him you find him cute. Worst case, he's straight but flattered, you make his night and you can finally move on with your life. Best case, you get his number or something!" she argued. I kept listening to her as I ogled at the mere possibility of a good outcome. I was already trying to imagine what he was wearing tonight.

"What could possibly happen? Very worst case he's an ass and you won't have to keep switching shifts with Dmitri to see him." She eyed me as if the concept alone of me taking extra shifts just to see a hot guy was complete lunacy. I ignored her glare. However, she was making all the sense in the world and the thought of being able to get cute hunk's number and text him was getting me tingly all over.

I walked out of the backstore, casually making my way to the cash register and asked Shayna to trade places with me. She winked and moved over to the espresso machine to start on drinks.

I subtly looked out at the customers and there here was. The guy who had been living rent free in my head for the past week. I struggled to keep my giddiness in check as he spotted my familiar mug and smiled. I fidgeted with my index ring and stayed calm, giving him a quick nod, acknowledging at the same time he was wearing an impeccable dark navy suit, then turned to the customer in front of me and took her order.

"Hi, what can I get you?" I smiled with glee, which translated to "What the fuck do you want, bitch, hurry it up."

I painstakingly served the next two customers, my eyes peeking over their shoulders to where he stood, my patience wavering. C'mon... C'mon...

Finally, he was up next, that perfect smile shining through even more by the gleam of his canines. I could tell he was older than me, but not by much. His smile had been doing things to me for the last week and I consciously had to put in the effort to not look like a complete moron in front of him.

"Hey Brooks," I exclaimed, probably overexcited, yet making him smile. His name just rolled off my tongue, my mind not at all putting together a montage of the number of times I'd be moaning that name out and picturing that face as I jerked off again tonight...

"Oh hello. You again. Don't they give you breaks? I feel you're always here," he asked, smiling, that delicious low British accent cutting through me. I simply chuckled nervously at the question and shrugged.

"Uh, the usual?" I asked, trying to stay somewhat aloof.

"I've become that predictable, have I?" He grinned.

"I mean after almost a week, I can say regular, right?" Of course I knew his order. If I were paying any more attention I would have known the specific region of his accent and his blood type.

He pondered, looking up at the menu, revealing a little more of his stretched out neck muscle, which I leered at with no subtlety whatsoever, picturing my teeth marks on it.

"I think I might have the title revoked though. Tonight's my last time here,"

What did he just say?

"Why's that?"

"I'm from out of town and they had me fly out here for all these big meetings all week long. Tonight was my last meeting. I finally get to go home," he answered, as if sharing a confession, a sigh of relief. I could feel the churn in my stomach, giving me the urge to puke.

"Oh... And you're leaving tonight?" I pretended not to feel ill.

"Tomorrow morning, actually," he corrected. The pit was growing in my stomach. He was unaware of the conflicted ultimatum he had just thrown at me. My heart was racing and I swallowed hard before talking.

"Oh, cool. Tomorrow. You must be happy."

"Yeah, I miss my bed," he sighed. "And hotel coffee is complete rubbish." he winked. I screamed a little on the inside.

"Yeah, there's nothing better than your bed- your own bed," I smiled, mentally kicking myself for even trying to imagine his perfect naked body on his perfect bed at a time like this.

"Agreed!" he cheered. He looked at the menu again, but then looked straight at me.

"Since it's my last drink here, what are your recommendations," he asked, looking down momentarily. "Jamie?"

If the news wasn't enough to kill me, that staggering smile was doing it. Plus the fact that he uttered my name, even if he was just reading my name tag, had me melting. Fuck...

"What do I recommend?" I repeated, swallowing my sorrow. He looked deep at me, my eyes drawn in by the color of his, making me forget where I was for a second.

"Yeah, what do you prefer?"

Your dick down my throat.

"I... I like chocolate," I screamed at myself to behave. I bit my inner cheek as he read the syrup list on the menu.

"I mean you can't go wrong with chocolate... surprise me."

"Alright then. Worst case I can make you something else. Do you mind sweetness?"

"I do not mind," he confirmed, taking out his wallet.

"Oh it's on me. Last drink and all," I smiled, hoping my flushed cheeks weren't showing.

"Cheers, mate," he replied, placing the five dollar bill in the tip jar. I started on his drink. At a glacial pace. He on the other hand simply took out his phone and scrolled. And that was it... This was the last time I was going to see that face. How did I even continue a convo with that information? I concentrated on the syrups I squirted into his cup and frothed the milk in silence.

"And how's your evening going?" Brooks suddenly asked, surprising me.

"Well sad now, knowing I'm losing a regular," I tried to joke while dying a little on the inside. He gave me this adorable apologetic frown.

"No worries. I will perhaps be coming back in six to eight months," he informed me, still making me want to cry.

I kept looking over the espresso machine just so I could stare at him. My brain was in full battle mode with my nerves and my anxiety. I should tell him... I should at least try to say something...

Shouldn't I? His face was all I could think about all week. He was leaving tomorrow... Despite Erika's words of wisdom, my anxious ass kept weighing in all the conceivable outcomes and none of them screamed 'You've got this!'. Just suck it up and tell him for fuck sake.

"Nutella latte," I called out as I handed him his drink. "Let me know what you think."

"Not much can go wrong with a nutella latte. Thank you, Jamie." My name came out of his mouth again and I could have whimpered.

"My pleasure," I hesitated.

"Take care."

As he started turning away to go grab a seat, a ball formed in the pit of my stomach and it ate at me... all this debate and I was just not gonna tell him he's cute?? I wanted to speak up so bad. I'd miss that mouth smiling at me. I kept going through it in my mind. He won't be here tomorrow. Think about that as you wuss out! How was I so bad at this? I had flirted before. I had probably been drunk, but it worked on occasion! He was clearly out of my league, which explained my constant catastrophizing. Yet I had... I had to try something. Anything.

"Hey Brooks?" my nerves jolted through my body as he looked up at me.

"Yeh?"

Fuck, here goes nothing... I gulped, fiddling with my ring again. A sudden burst of courage took over me and I opened my mouth, praying I wouldn't pull a Jamie and completely tank it. My palms were already clammy.

"Alright, hear me out..." I paused. Then when my pause got a little too long, I panicked just a hunch and said the first thing I could think of.

"You're hot. I mean really hot. And... I haven't been able to get you out of my mind for the past week,"

I started, knowing I had already fucked up, my soul cringing at the overshare. But I was on a roll, so might as well burn the bridge and both cities it was attached to. I anxiously grabbed the back of my neck.

"I know you might probably be straight but I just had to tell you because if you're not, or if you're open, if you're that kind of guy, then I'd love to maybe get your number and we could chat and whenever you come back in town, I could maybe take you out, we could go out, you know like on date? Maybe? If you're into that?" I was about to hyperventilate at this point, my eyes shifting to Erika, who had probably heard more than half of that and was now begging me to stop, or at least that's what her wide eyes and slow head shake were giving me. I didn't know what to do with myself and I felt the embarrassment slowly killing me from the inside. Brooks's expression also seemed a bit perplexed. And I fucked up.

"That is quite a lot to take in," Brooks finally spoke calmly, running his fingers through his hair. His lips curled a bit, as if amused. Or was it nervousness? Was he going to burst out laughing? He couldn't be that heartless. Could he? My heart wouldn't be able to take it. And so my dumbass marched on before he had a chance to.

"But you know, you can be adventurous and just say yes and look back and be happy you tried something new maybe? Worst case, you'll never see me again, so you know, block my number when you're up in the air or whatever," I sighed, finally taking a breather. "I'm sorry I'm rambling. I talk a lot when I'm nervous but I just had to let it out, or I would not have been able to live with myself. " Oh my god, please shut the fuck up and let the guy talk.

"I can see that." He looked at me, his curled lips amplified. Please let me down gently, I thought. Just put the gun right between my eyes, don't make me suffer more than I have to.

"Do you mind... if I mull it over?" he answered, my heart tightening so hard I thought I'd throw up. But I politely smiled.

"Uh, sure, yeah, mull it over! I'll be right here..."... googling the nearest bridge...

I let him grab a seat, turned to face Erika, mouthing the words 'kill me'.

"It wasn't that bad," she whispered, trying to humor me. "And thinking about it doesn't mean no!"

I simply stared at her, wide eyed.

"Erika, he asked to think about it. Since when has that ever been a good sign? Like ever? I ruined it. I babbled and I scared him off." Repeating it made my stomach turn. But hey I had tried I guess. I had been ballzy enough to say something. It still hurt. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

"Maybe he is straight. Or maybe you caught him off guard. It happens!"

I shrugged and got back to my cash register.

About half an hour passed and I had probably looked over at him way more than the healthy amount. He was on his phone the whole time... I served customers and my smile had all but dissipated. Any movement or shift in his general direction had me twitching, almost developing a nervous tick from the number of eye shifts I had going.

He then stood and put on his coat, which was hammering the last nail in my horny coffin. He grabbed his drink and started walking... towards me.

"Hey Jamie?" he called out from the receiving counter. Here it was... that anticipated mercy bullet.

"Yeah? Coming!" I completely abandoned a customer mid order to go to him. I was all ears, despite parts of me having already set sail to rejection island.

"So about that proposition," he started, looking a bit awkward.

"Oh don't worry about it. I uh, I thank you for letting me ramble at you for that long," I nervously laughed.

"But see here's the thing... That foot in mouth thing you had going on? I found that adorable..." he paused. "You are adorable. No patronizing intended." What was I hearing? My heart was pumping so fast my ears hurt.

"And I... Well I'm not quite used to people coming up to me in such a blunt fashion. I was a little thrown by your straightforwardness, however awkward you thought you were being. It was endearing as all hell, I just didn't want to say the wrong thing," he continued. Unlike me. "Plus I never do this."

He never does what? Fuck what is happening? I think he saw the panic and uncertainty in my eyes and gave me a gentle sympathetic smile sans sexy canines, but one I more than welcomed.

"I would very much like to give you my number." Were the magical words that made me whimper in front of an adult man. I almost screamed but settled for being able to mirror his smile. This blubbering mess of an offer was doing it for him? That's what had worked? What was wrong with him?! Never does this? Give out his number to blathering idiots?!

"Do you have your phone with you?" he asked. I kept staring at him, my hand reaching to my back pocket, handing him my phone like I was hypnotized.

As he began to type his digits into my phone, I noticed his inner cheek biting. What was that? What was he thinking? Was this his first time giving out his number to a stranger?? Oh my god was he leaving me a fake number?

"So... you're a sadist, right? You kept me in an agonizing waiting room for like thirty seven minutes..." I had the gull to voice out, which made him chuckle again.

"Thirty seven minutes, was it? Precise," he grinned. I looked down, embarrassed at yet more oversharing.

"I guess I was just figuring out how to bring up something else."

Oh? What could he possibly have pondered as he let me rot in place?

"There is a slight problem with this plan of yours, me giving you my number," he admitted, as if deep in thought. I wasn't that dumb, I know the distance thing would be an issue, but if that meant getting to see him again, I was more than happy to just wait.

I held my breath. He looked at me, gestured his fingers at me to come closer. I obliged nervously, leaning over the counter, finally smelling his light perfume, or deodorant. Whatever it was, he smelled like a man I wanted on top of me, or under me, in me, whatever. He approached his lips to my ear.

"Truth be told, I don't think I can wait until I come back..." he whispered, making the hairs on my nape stand.

"You... can't?" I asked innocently, gulping, my brain not registering at the moment. He turned to my colleagues, then at me again, his gaze even more irresistible. You are fucking pushing it with that look, goddamn you...

"You were quite brave coming up to me like that. I guess it inspired me a bit as well..." he paused.

"When do you usually get off?" Those eyes had me in their grasp.

"Whenever you want me to."

His lips receded lightly, as if trying to hold in laughter.

"Well that's promising... But what I meant was what time do you get off work?"

Punch yourself, please...

"Uh, ten. We're usually out by ten. Nine is close, but... cleanup, you know? Yeah, ten, probably. Not 100% sure, though." There I was babbling again, jesus fucking christ. "Why... Do you ask?" was the first coherent and smart thing to leave my lips since he walked into the store.

"Right, well I'm staying at the hotel next door. I was thinking maybe, if you're comfortable, we can just meet up after your shift," he grinned those canines at me and I now felt absolutely feral. For once, I was happy I was behind this counter.

"Really?"

"Would you be comfortable with that? I mean I'm the one now being a bit forwa-"

"Yes! Absolutely. Of course yes. I'm comfortable. Fuck what is wrong with me." My voice almost cracked, I felt like hiding in a corner. But apparently he found that endearing too.

He chuckled again.

"I swear I'm so much smoother on regular days. It's been a very off week," I blabbered on. "That's on you. That's your fault... for being so hot," I innocently spat at him, giving him an enticing gaze, my first of the night: "Shame on you." I finally gave into a flirtatious grin, which I swore made him flush a tad. Then, just like that, as if my advance triggered yet another thing in him... His rawness increased tenfold.

"Well I'm staying at the Sheraton, room 518. No pressure. We can just continue our chat..."

"As opposed to what?" I asked faintly, my curiosity overtaking me.

He then bit his goddamn lip at me. And came in closer.

"As opposed to anything I assume you've got lurking inside that pretty head of yours... You dirty boy."

A full body shiver ran through me, my breath catching in my fucking throat.

"How are you doing that?"

"Doing what?" he whispered, a cocky grin in sight.

"You just went from friendly to destructively seductive in under a second..."

He gleamed his teeth at me again.

"You being attracted to me does half of the work," he simply replied. I was lost for words.

"Jamie! You've got drinks, c'mon!" Shayna snapped me out of it. I looked at my station, which had out of the blue become a disaster of ten-plus orders.

"Now that is my fault, apologies," Brooks gestured, returning to his normal tone. "I'll leave you to your shift. Hopefully, I'll see you later?"

"Seriously, if I don't show up, it's cuz I'm dead," I confirmed, giving him straight assurance.

He hit me with another grin, teeth gleaming, and walked away. Closing time could not come fast enough.

__________

After begging Erika to let me leave earlier, resulting in her extorting my tips of the night plus having me take her weekend shift, obviously taking full advantage of my desperation, I was out the door five minutes after we closed. Once outside, I spotted Brooks's hotel and ran to it.

Walking through the lobby and finding the elevators, I made my way to the fifth floor. After a few moments, I found myself in front of room 518. My heart beat fast. I had no expectations at all, apart from maybe crying at seeing Brooks remotely without clothes... I gulped, staring at the door for a few seconds. I had just wanted his number... And now I was about to knock on his hotel room door... What a twist... What a beautiful, beautiful twist.

I knocked and waited a bit before hearing "One minute!".

Brooks opened the door in a tank top and sweatpants, his usually perfect slicked back hair now a bit disheveled. Although clearly gawking at his glistening bare arms, I couldn't help but notice his glasses. Thin square black rimmed glasses hung from his nose, which for some unjust reason of the Universe made him ten times hotter. He looked completely different from two hours ago and yet, I wanted him even more.

"Why did you have to get hotter on me?" I pleaded.

"Did I?" he genuinely asked, shooting a daring smile at me.

"You... wear glasses," was yet another stupid and obvious thing that came out of my mouth as I stared at him. That one made him laugh.

"Cute how that's the thing you find hot as I'm sweating through my workout clothes," he informed, flexing his pecs, my eyes shifting yet again to finally notice the rest of him. Jesus christ...

"I uh... I have a thing for glasses..." Apparently even more when they're on you... Fuck...

"My impaired vision turns you on, does it?" he teased, letting me in. "I wasn't expecting you this early. I just got back from the gym downstairs."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I begged my colleague to let me leave early. Should I... wait outside?" I asked nervously, my eyes still glued to that gorgeous face. That made him snicker. He looked at me as if pondering my question seriously. Sadist...

"You begged?" he cheekily asked. After probably seeing my face shift to a different shade altogether, he closed the door behind me. "Come in."

I put my bag down and slowly took off my coat, looking around. Unsurprisingly, the place was neat and clean, not a single shirt on the floor, not a sheet out of place and it was huge. And it smelled of him... I inhaled, taking it in. Peeking through to the bathroom, hearing the running water, I even spotted a hot tub.

"Wow, your company must really like you."

He smiled, looking around himself.

"Not quite sure. I think this is where my bonus went," he joked. "Such useless amenities."

"Oh not cool... what a bunch of assholes." I made him smile.

"Ha-ha, quite right." He then nonchalantly added: "I was gonna jump in the shower before you came in. You can help yourself to anything from the minibar while you wait or... maybe you'd like to join me?"

How in the hell could he say something so casual yet so sexy and not expect me to start convulsing? The thought of having alcohol in my body was almost excruciatingly needed at this point, but the latter... the latter had me walking towards him, unhesitantly.

"You want me to join you?" An inkling of a smirk showing. He then slowly pulled off this tank and revealed his sweaty god-like features, flexing his pecs again. I was right, I was almost about to cry.

"Unless a chat is all you actually wanted from this," he gave me a mock frown and a cheeky smile.

"Fuck... no..."

"Good man. Let's go save some water then." He eyed me from head to toe, making my cheeks warm again. Was he picturing me? God knows I was picturing him...

"Sexy and environmentally conscious," I blurted back, still a bit dazed.

"And visually impaired," he winked through his frames which caused a palpitation in my chest. He took them off, placing them on the nightstand and walked to the bathroom. I didn't know what to do with myself... Are we seriously about to shower together? This had escalated rather quickly. Not that I minded. At all.

"Are you coming?" His voice echoed from the tiled bathroom, that question sending chills down my spine for some reason.

"Uh Yeah! Sorry!"

Stepping into the already steamy bathroom, my eyes immediately went to him... Who had just removed the remainder of his clothes that were in the way of the phenomenon that was the body I was witnessing. I gawked. I stood there and gawked.

"Hopefully that face means you see something you like, even sans eyewear," he teased again. I immediately took off my disgusting clothes and joined him, thrillingly adoring getting an approving hum as he watched me undress. God he was hot... and that dick...

"I'll take that as a yes." He dared to bite his lip while naked. He was just asking for me to lunge at him at this point. Yet I played it cautious in approaching him, unsure of the amount of unhinged Jamie he was willing to take this early on. I kept glancing at his dick... I was getting a bit nervous about the size. I mean I was a total slut for a good stretching but Jesus... he had me questioning my capabilities. It obviously still got me hard, though.

"Come... tell me if this is too hot for you," he nonchalantly took my hand and placed it under the shower head. All of this was obviously too hot for me. I was surprised I hadn't gotten a nosebleed yet. My eyes were just wandering from his beautiful beard to his chest... back to his lips, then glancing at that dick again. I gulped.

"It's fine..." I commented. I then took a somewhat shier tone, despite myself. "Am I... uh, am I okay for you?" I timidly looked at him, even though he had given that hum, I needed the verbal validation.

His hand lingered on mine, gently rubbing the blade of my finger, making me tense up. He took a step towards me, making me slowly back up into the wall, making me flinch from the cold tiles. He came inches from my face, gently pinning my hand to my side.

"Okay? My plans tonight were to begrudgingly order bad room service, read my last reports and crash in front of the telly. Now the man who's served me coffee for the past week and had the cheek to chat me up is in my shower. 'Okay' would be an understatement, trust me," he seductively whispered. I was frozen. I didn't know what to say... or what to do but to jump on him.

"Is that all it took? This is the quietest I've ever seen yo-," he teased again.

I kissed him, immediately moaning as my lips touched his, feeling his lips curl into a surprised yet eager smile. I zoned out. My body was on fire. The grime and sweat of our day was unimportant... Brooks's tongue was in my fucking mouth. His hands cupped my face and I complied so eagerly it felt pathetic. Yet zero fucks were given. I felt his firm naked body slowly pin me to the wall and moan into my mouth. My fingers tangled into his hair and playfully tugged at it, making him groan.

I then felt his hand grip the back of my head, pulling me away from the wall and into the doorless shower.

"Get your ass in here," he ordered, almost growling, placing us right under the hot shower stream, letting both our bodies feel the heat of the water trickle and wash the day away. Feeling his wet hot skin under my fingertips was almost unbearable. He parted from my lips for just a second.

"You're a good kisser," he groaned as he pushed his tongue back into me. I was now so hard, feeling his own erection pressed against mine, I could have wept. We were almost the same height, yet I was obviously skinnier, he wrapped himself around me so easily. I was rarely the smaller one. My hands wandered from his back to his hips and firm waist, gently feeling that huge cock in my hands, making us both gasp in each other's mouths. Despite his hairy chest and groin, it was still properly kept, which was even nicer to touch. If I would have known I'd be getting some tonight I would have absolutely shaved... Although his wandering hands did not seem to give a single fuck... His touch was surprisingly gentle and curious. It's when I started jerking him off that he interrupted the moment.

"Alright, that's enough... for now," he retreated a bit, leaving me in total awe, himself looking high from the interaction..

"Wha-? Why?"

"You're so eager.. I need to pace you, cheeky boy... I need to pace myself as well." There was a faint moment of hesitation, as if he wasn't believing his own words, but composed himself. He gave me the most flirtatious look he had ever given me and I just obeyed. "We have all night, don't we?" he argued. I simply nodded, still in my confused yet willing daze.

"Right... all night..." We have all night. My heart started to race again.

Whatever he wanted, he got. No questions, even though my body was already experiencing withdrawal symptoms. My eyes kept looking at all of him, like some kind of God statue I was allowed to look at and worship, but not touch... 'for now'. He handed me a small hotel soap and we proceeded to lather ourselves. Looking at his body covered in soap, slippery, wet, inches from me was... for lack of a better word, pure agony.

Leaning his back on the shower wall, he dared grab his dick and slowly started stroking the soap on it, just looking at me, his breath getting heavier.

"Sadist. I knew it. How fucking dare you, sir..." I said, my eyes widened on him.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I distracting you, Jay?"

"Oh you think you're being cute huh?" I responded, not all that convinced I could do to him what he was doing to me, but still started sliding my hand up and down my shaft, looking at his eyes now wandering. As he stared, satisfied, I turned and pulled my asscheeks apart, bending over, letting the water trickle onto my asshole. I looked back with the same daring smile.

"Fuck... me..." he breathed out, his eyes just lingering on me.

"I'm trying but you're making me pace myself or whatever the fuck you said." He laughed.

I bit my own lip, reaching my fingers inward slowly caressing the entrance of my ass. He was fixated... so much so I caught him masturbating harder. I got a finger in, toying with my hole a bit, making myself moan and his heavier breathing caused my dick to stiffen even more.

"C'mon Brooks, just fuck me already. You know you want to..." I tried to compel him. I could see his beautiful chest heaving, his hand firm on his cock, yet he gave me the same half lidded, dazed smile from before.

"So... eager..." he repeated, yet his walls seemingly crumbling a tiny bit. "You'd.. be alright with the size, though?"

"Not at all, holy shit, but if you start slow," I started, almost chuckling to myself, which made him also grin.

Shutting off the shower, he grabbed my throat gently, pulling me up, feeling his lips on my neck, his cock on my ass, making me moan louder than I wanted to.

"Let's finish up here and then we'll take care of this," he instructed. I felt him reach around to my cock and jerk me off with the rest of his soapy hand, which got me moaning louder.

"No fair, you said no touc... no touching... fuck..." I exhaled, leaning into his chest, letting him touch me however he wanted.

"I don't always listen to my own rules," he whispered as he bit my ear. I couldn't picture my cock throbbing any harder than in that moment.

He got us towels and we dried ourselves a bit before I just walked to the bed and went on my hands and knees, my ass facing him.

"Horny, much?" he chuckled as he walked out into the bedroom, staring straight at my ass.

"Were you not just in there with me?!"

I then felt his hands on my waist, expecting at least a little teaser, but instead he flipped me on my back, effortlessly I might add, and found himself between my legs. I looked at him, gulping. Before I could ask what was going on, I felt his lips take my cock in his mouth, which rendered me completely feral yet all I could do was gasp loudly, surprising even myself. My moans just kept coming through my covered mouth as I felt his tongue work its way around my head and shaft... I looked down and like clockwork, he looked up at me. Fucking christ that gaze, his green eyes narrowing as they lifted...

"Who's... horny now..." I managed to say between moans, my hand finding its way to his wet hair. My breath hitched as I felt him suck harder, cupping my balls. I was not used to being serviced first. I kept looking back at him after throwing my head back a few times, letting him explore my cock. He had started touching himself as well.

"Hey no fair, you're touching two dicks right now! Gimme something!"

That made him laugh, which I found adorable, feeling it on my dick. He came up, rubbing his hardness on my now slick shaft and kissed me, hard. His weight on me was overwhelmingly pleasant. His hand found its way to my dick and proceeded to stroke it lightly. He broke the kiss and had me look at him.

"How is that so far?" he asked, almost timidly. I couldn't respond right away, feeling my cock being stroked, moaning was the only thing I felt like doing.

"M... more please," I smiled at him, him mirroring my expression.

"That's good to hear. Because I do have something to confess," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, piquing my curiosity.

"Oh? And what might that be?" I asked, kissing his neck gently, licking his collarbone.

"That was my first time sucking cock," he admitted, making me halt everything I was doing to stare right at him, dumbstruck, completely baffled.

"What?"

"You uh... you're my first blowjob," he repeated. I held the same expression. His gorgeous green eyes looking at me suddenly changed to something else. I felt... an odd shift in the dynamic all of a sudden. It wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all, but it did catch me way off guard and I didn't know what to say.

"This is.. Your first time with a man?" is all I could find myself asking.

"Like this, yes," he started, cupping my face a bit, leaning into me. "Is that ok? I hope that's okay." He almost looked apologetic about it. "I'm a very curious person. But I uh... never had the opportunity to explore much," he started explaining as my head was trying to make sense of it. I was still in shock.

"Then this really cute barista came up to me and said why not try something new..." he trailed off. My lips parted, I listened but was half there. "He was very convincing... and it piqued my bi curiosity like nothing else ever did..."

I leaned in and kissed him. And didn't stop. My heart was beating out of my chest at this point and I needed him under me. I pulled myself on top to feel all of him and kissed him harder, needing to feel his moans in my fucking throat. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me in, making me moan first. I don't know what it was about his confession, but it got me going. He wasn't gay. This was his first time and he was curious enough, open enough... and found me attractive enough to let me see this side of him and be his first. I was floored. And oh so inexplicably turned on. He had managed to get me horny so fast in the span of a few minutes it had my head spinning.

"Fucking hell you feel good on top of me," he breathed out, making my dick twitch on top of him.

"Fuck, what is it with you?! How are you so fucking hot and then you tell me this about yourself and you become this adorable fucking puppy I want to ruin now!" I moaned, almost out of breath.

"Didn't you wanna ruin me before?" he simply asked, those beautiful goddamn eyes staring at me, his breathing coming in waves. I took a calmer tone and looked at him, leaning my chest on his.

"To be fair, I thought I'd be the one being wrecked tonight, but I guess we never talked about it..." I admitted. "And after seeing that dick of yours, well..."

"It really doesn't matter to me. I just wanted to have fun with you, whatever we end up doing. This has been loads of fun already. I'd like it to continue..." he pinched my chin, his thumb gently playing with my labret.

"Would you like to continue having fun with me, Jamie?" My ears perked up, finding his question aggressively cute.

"Only if... you promise not to get any cuter, okay?"

His smile widened and he stretched over to the nightstand and took his glasses, placing them back onto his nose.

"Motherfucker," I smiled as he bit his lip, then grabbed me and crushed his mouth on mine again.

I was now the one making my way down his absolutely gorgeous body, my hands grazing his chest hair, his nipples, then licking the fucking chocolate bar that were his abs to then finally get to this final boss of a cock.

"Go as slow as you want, darling... I really don't mind," he smiled at me. That warmed my heart. He was being genuinely sweet.

"And this is your first time getting sucked off by a guy?"

"Yeh."

"So I better make this a good one so you'll be ruined for everyone else, right?"

"That's your plan, then? To get me obsessed with you?"

"Absolutely... single, hot and bi curious guy in my puny town? I have to." I started to lick along his shaft, nice long licks, taking my time, looking at him as my tongue grazed over every inch of him.

It didn't take long before his slow subtle grunts turned into panting and intoxicating whimpers. That was enough to make me want to go faster, but I paced myself, which had me rolling my eyes for a millisecond. I took him in, carefully opening my throat little by little with every thrust. Brooks's increasing moans were not helping me keep a healthy pace. I gagged on it repeatedly just to hear him squirm. There was no goddamn way I could take him all in, but I was sure as hell gonna fucking try. I kept gagging, sending more and more saliva trickling down his shaft, pooling onto his balls. I felt his head deep in my throat throbbing from the tightness, I was addicted to the noises he made for me. I started using both my hands to glide them along the length with the movements of my mouth so I gave him the coverage he deserved.

"Fuck.... Jamie!" he moaned my fucking name... "If you keep going like that... Your plan might just work..."

That felt incredible to hear from him. My mouth stretching over his head was enough to get my asshole twitching. I was aching to try and take him. I then felt him fidget for a minute.

"Fuck this feels too good, I might come. I don't want to right away. I want you in my mouth some more... please," he admitted as he moaned. Ask and you shall receive, you sweet thing.

"You wanna sixty nine?" I asked as I wiped my mouth.

"Yeah? Fuck, let's try that." I think I was in love. I couldn't be sure if it wasn't just my brain melting into a puddle but at the moment, I did not care.

"You enjoy my cock in your mouth that much, Brooks?"

"I do have quite the oral fixation, that might explain it. I really was enjoying your cock. I might have to try your ass next. My ex-girlfriend was very fond of my tongue in her ass."

"Jesus you can't tell a man that and expect him to not fall for you," I giggled.

"Oh is that how that works?" he grinned, smiling at me with those piercing eyes. He took the liberty of repositioning me on top of him so I had control over the amount I took in my mouth, and I was more than willing to test if he liked being facefucked.

The answer was yes. I moved my hips slowly and he was absolutely loving it. So was my painfully hard dick. The thrusting movements were getting to me, the low moans that grazed my head were sending shivers across my spine. His firm hands on my ass had me twitching downwards, but I was keeping myself in check, not wanting to go too far. I wanted him to feel in control. I kept sucking on him, finally tasting his precum. Fuck, of course he tasted amazing... I suckled at it, pressing my fingers upward around him, squeezing his head a bit, feeling more coating my tongue.. I felt Brooks pause for a second, trying to breathe.

"J... Jay, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I love the taste of your precum. So I'm sucking it out of you."

"You're gonna fucking kill me..." he moaned out. "I'm... I think I'm tasting yours too..."

"How is it?"

He started suckling at the tip of my cock, mimicking my hand movement and I could have died. He liked the way I tasted and wanted more... he kept going... The undeniable urge to fuck and come inside him was taking hold of me. I hadn't topped in a while but with Brooks, I was looking forward to it.

"That's right... eat all that precum up, your horny boy," I found myself growling at him, in a feral demeanour I didn't recognize in myself. But I felt him oblige and suckle more... When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I edged myself and got off him.

"Ok I really need to either fuck you or feel your cock in my ass right now. You choose."

He breathed heavily, looking almost disappointed I interrupted his snack. His eyes screamed hunger and I was the target. I fucking loved it. He licked his lips clean and leaned on his elbows.

"I think I'd love to know the feel of getting propper fucked by a man like you," he answered, his natural flattery bringing me to my knees, literally. My eyes widened with excitement. I loved his energy. His entire being had me unhinged all night and as much as I felt like ruining him, part of me wanted nothing more than to treat him with care and attention.

"I really love your openness, you know that?" I shared, leaning in for a kiss, which he prolonged, holding me on top of him. "I promise to go slow okay?"

He nodded. "How do you want me?"

I considered him for a second and couldn't imagine fucking him without looking into those frames.

"For the first round, on your back. Just like this..." I trailed off, getting lost in that fucking gaze of his.

"First round?" he asked, a little less suave than he previously was.

"I am not leaving until I've felt your dick deep inside me... even if it takes until morning."

"Mmm fuck. That sounds good to me."

"Now. Have you ever had anything in your ass before?"

"A few times. I have toys at home I use on occasion. And, no offense at all, but I think your cock is the perfect size for me..." He bit his lip, staring at the precum leaking from my tip, tracing his finger along my length, picking up the wetness and bringing it up to his mouth. I felt weak.

"And here I thought I couldn't blush more tonight," I smiled at him, my flush taking a hold of my entire body. I was genuinely having so much fun with him... I still couldn't believe I got to be his first.

"Now, please fuck me, Jay." His words kept making my body shiver.

I took a few seconds, then stuck a few fingers in my mouth, coating them with saliva, then reaching down to his ass and tracing the entrance, teasing him a bit, getting those cute reactions and moans out of him. I inserted a finger, which went in fairly easily. I picked up the pace at two fingers, spitting down occasionally.

"How does that feel?"

"A tad odd, but good. Very good. Please don't stop," he panted out, closing his eyes at times relishing the pleasure yet also giving me those oh so needed stares, sometimes reaching out for a kiss. Feeling the warm skin of his thighs, gliding my cheek between them and sucking on his head, Brooks letting out those fucking whimpers...

I was so into what we were doing I had all but forgotten how we had gotten here. My clumsiness, my babbling... It was all so far away from this. Here. He was under me... panting... moaning my name and getting my dick so painfully hard I had to try and think of something else to distract myself.

I let more saliva slip out of my mouth and onto his cock, stroking him slowly as my fingers went in deeper, feeling the warmth of his insides, hitting that prostate. More noises came out of him and it was delightful.

"Jamie just fuck me already, please!" I gave him a wicked grin and went in deeper, his breathing heaving.

"Such an eager boy..." I mocked, using his own accent against him.

"Okay I deserve that one," he beamed back at me. But seeing that pleading face was completely destroying me and so I took out my fingers and started slowly thrusting my head into him. He was right, I kind of was the perfect size. I was average girth, and I think for a virgin ass, that was perfect.

"Fuck you're still kind of tight..."

"Just go in, I'll tell you if it hurts."

"Don't say things like that, I'm already too hard, fuck," I giggled back at him. But I obliged, leaning more into him, hearing his moans escalate, at times asking me to slow down, which I did, then slowly but surely, he was a natural at taking my dick. I relished it. I needed more. I wanted to see more.

"I need you to look at me and stroke that beautiful cock of yours. Like right now," I was breathing out as I thrusted a bit more, making him wince a bit.

"Yes sir," he teased, taking a hold of his hardness and stroking away, sending yet more chills down my spine. I smiled back pushing a bit deeper. After a few more thrusts, I was able to hit that stupid spot and make him beg for more. I had picked up the pace and was now slamming into him, my arms firmly on his thighs, spreading them to my desire. His hitched breath and him grabbing the sheets was turning me on to new levels. I was the one in control and the one guiding him and he absolutely adored it. Nothing made me happier at that moment.

"Fuck that feels really good," he moanded out, making me want to thrust faster and deeper.

"Just keep stroking yourself, baby," I ordered, letting more saliva trickle onto his cock, helping him out with lubrication. He looked feral. He looked lost in pleasure. "You're looking so sexy..."

I was really trying to edge as much as I could so he could come before me, but this perfect ass was making my job incredibly difficult. Every clench around my cock would get me closer and closer.

"So verdict? You enjoy being fucked by a man?"

"I... I do. I fucking love it," Brooks kept repeating. He was so fucking hot taking my cock like he was. I was beginning to feel my build up become a bit too hard to control.

"Should I breed this tight virgin ass then?" I panted, feeling aggressive and dirty and loving this new side of me.

Brooks moaned a loud "Fucking hell! Yes!" and I bet he could feel my cock harden at how hot that sounded in my ears. I pounded a bit harder, now absolutely hitting his prostate every single time. His body was shaking a bit, and his moans were such a fucking delight I never wanted to hear anything else.

"That's it, good boy... take it nice and deep for me..."

"Fuck you feel so good... Really... This is... incredible..." he panted, backing up a tad into me obviously accepting the invitation to go all the way in and never stop.

"Should I go harder? Faster?" He said nothing, just aggressively nodded his head, which caused yet another goofy smile to appear on my face. At this rate, my mouth was starting to hurt from all the smiling I had done in one night. I thrusted faster and deeper, feeling his ass feel more at ease.

"Tighten around me, Brooks. I want you squeezing my fucking dick," I asked nicely, which he obliged right away and I felt his ass squeeze around my thrusts, making me cuss out in moans.

"I'm so fucking close," I exhaled, repeating these words over and over as my fingers dug deeper into his waist.

"Fuck! Jamie, I'm-" Brooks let out a heavy groan and his cum spread across his chest, the visual itself bringing me to the very edge of my restraint. He was shaking as he emptied himself out, jerking himself in longer strides. I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm... so... fucking full... Should I come in you? Where do you want me?" I asked urgently, as if not being able to control much of the next few seconds. He looked comatosed and yet still managed to accelerate my come, if that was even possible:

"On my face, on these glasses..." I thought I choked and died and went to heaven. Was he fucking serious? Or just reading my fucking mind? I didn't have the restraint to stop myself, nor the time to ask him to repeat. I pulled out and stood, hovering over his perfection of a body, jerking myself off as I watched him open his mouth and smile for me.

I gazed into those perfect eyes through his glasses and jerked it faster and faster until I finally made a complete mess on his face, almost screaming. I couldn't see his eyes and for once I didn't care. My warm cum covered his beard, his glasses, his lips and it dripped down his neck. So much cum... He was so hot. I breathed heavily as the rest of my cum leaked out onto his chest, mixing with his. The tension in my body was all but gone but before completely collapsing next to him, I needed to taste him.

I leaned down and licked the cum off his abdomen, taking my time, tonging all along his v-line, his smooth abs, until I reached his face, took off his glasses and kissed our cum into his mouth. I thought it might have been a daring move, but feeling his hand push my head harder onto his lips had me thinking I had done a good job. He moaned, his tongue reaching into my mouth and almost scooping the fucking cum out. He was so into it, it was resuscitating my fucking dick.

I broke the embrace and fell onto my side next to him, but he just grabbed me again, pressing me onto his, getting my whole stomach also wet as he caught my lips with his again. He wanted more. And I couldn't and wouldn't deny him, I continued kissing and moaning into his mouth until I couldn't fucking breath, our bodies a complete dirty mess once more.

I felt like we both passed out for a few minutes. My breathing had now calmed down and as I opened my eyes saw Brooks staring at the ceiling, smiling from ear to ear.

"So here's the plan, if you'll indulge me," he started, getting me giggling already. I put my arm under my head and listened.

"For starters, that was fucking incredible. And there will be a round two, perhaps three, yeah?"

I just nodded at him half asleep, but loving the plan so far. "Go on," I said.

"I say we have round two in the shower, then order room service, a light break, then round three. Sound good?" he turned to face me, his eyes soft.

"You've thought this through, I see."

"Well I'm not just a pretty face now, am I? Plus I had a bit of time, you slept for a good ten minutes."

That surprised even me. I covered my face a bit embarrassed. "I did?"

He nodded yet seemed more amused or proud than annoyed.

"I'm sorry I passed out on you. That orgasm was just too good..." Images of his covered body, glasses included, haunting my mind. "Kick me awake next time." Next time... the way I uttered next time almost gave me hope I'd see him again.

"Oh I'd never. You looked so cute passed out." He leaned in, making my face warm yet again. "Not bad for a virgin, am I right?" he asked, his tone cocky. And his confidence had magically reappeared, probably when I was passed out. I enjoyed every second of it. All he got from me was a yielding gaze and an arm squeeze, as if I didn't want to let go. Ever. I believe he got the message as I felt his hand gently squeeze my thigh in response.

"Are you onboard with my plan?"

"Uh fuck yes." He kissed me and walked to the bathroom, turning on the water. How in the hell had he just taken that power back? So seamlessly...

I laid there for a second, just taking it all in.

"Are you coming? We do have all night, but I am leaving tomorrow, sweetheart," his familiar echoing voice called out from the bathroom, snapping me out of it. I jumped out of bed and joined him. I walked straight under the hot water and grabbed his waist, kissing him again. And again. Urgently.

"But you're coming back, right?" I looked at him with a face that screamed mercy, still holding his neck between my arms.

"Well I don't have a bloody choice now, do I? I think I might be obsessed," he answered, cupping my face and kissing it with fervor.

"Then round four... would be tomorrow morning, yeah?" I asked cheekily.

"How else am I getting this cock in that pretty asshole of yours?" he answered back, twice as cheekily.

My dick was definitely in love.