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The man was truly a sight to behold and all Freddie could do was stare at him, mouth hanging open slightly. His blond hair reached just a bit past his shoulders, eyes colored like a sea, lean body swaying smoothly with the music that sounded like an echo in the tiny room. He was wearing only a dark red thong, leaving only a little to the imagination. and Freddie let his eyes followed the curves of his body as he moved closer to him.
When the man came down to straddle him, his blue eyes seemed to bore into Freddie as if he was looking straight into his soul and Freddieâs breath hitched. The man brought his hand up, fingertips lightly starting to draw a line along Freddieâs face as he rolled his hips, slowly. Freddie gasped, his cock twitching in his jeans, and the blondâs lips curved into a pleased smirk as he leaned closer, his hips keeping the same slow rhythm. His breath felt hot on Freddieâs face and he ground onto Freddieâs growing erection, a quiet, breathy moan falling from Freddieâs lips.
The urge to touch the man was strong but something was holding Freddie back. His eyes wandered down on the blondâs body, from his smooth chest to his lean yet strong thighs, the heat radiating from the man with each roll of the hips, arousing Freddie even more.
Freddie inhaled sharply as he felt the blondâs breath ghosting over his ear, teeth lightly scraping over the skin, and his hips jerk, the reaction causing the man to hum pleased. Then he pulled back a bit, so that he could look into Freddieâs eyes again, the blue orbs shimmering mysterious and Freddie got lost into the depths of them for a moment. Something stirred within Freddie â he couldnât place the feeling as he had never felt it before while getting a lap dance.
This mysterious blond really was unique, so captivating.
He leaned in again, lips now brushing against Freddieâs feather lightly, drawing then Freddieâs bottom lip his teeth and nibbling it gently. His hips ground even more heavily on Freddieâs erection and Freddieâs low groan rang in the air, his head falling back, eyes fluttering.
The blond hummed, finger tracing along Freddieâs lips as the music slowly dies, the movement of his hips slowing down and then stopping. Freddie blinked a few times as the weight of the man was soon gone from his lap â he was sure the time wasnât up yet. He had surely paid more than a few minutes.
There was a devilish smirk adorning the blondâs lips as he looked at Freddie, taking in the state he was in. His gaze stayed a bit longer on the visible bulge on Freddieâs crotch and he licked his lips, something flashing in the blue eyes. Then he turned on his heels and Freddie looked after him, his brain trying to come up with something sensible to say.
Just as the blond opened the door, Freddie regained his speaking ability.
âI paid for more than this.â
The man turned back to him, grinning.
âI know. You have to wait for the next time to get more.â
Oh, so that was how the blond worked.
âWhat makes you think Iâll come back?â Freddie asked, raising his brow, and the man let out a little laugh, obviously knowing how this little game went.
âEveryone always come back.â
Freddie flashed a tiny grin at him.
âSo see you next time, then,â the blond said with a wink and turned to door.
âWaitâŠâ Freddie said, getting the manâs attention one last time. âCould you yet give me your name?â
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment but then his lips curved into a smile â a genuine one.
âRoger.â
And then he was gone.
* * *
A soft smile and a nod were all Roger needed to open Freddieâs belt, button of the jeans and the zipper. Freddie lifted up his hips so that the blond could pull the jeans down together with his briefs, finally freeing Freddieâs aching cock and Freddie let out a sigh, spreading his legs. With a smirk, Roger took Freddieâs cock in his hand, stroking it lazily and Freddie bucked up into the touch.
When Roger swallowed around Freddieâs cock, Freddieâs moan vibrated through the air and he threw his head back, the wet heat of the blondâs mouth feeling heavenly. Freddieâs fingers threaded into his hair as the man set up a rhythm, first teasingly slow that nearly drove Freddie crazy, low moans and gasps falling between Freddieâs lips with every swirl of tongue.
Freddieâs fingers curled around the blond strands, pulling them gently, and Roger hummed around his cock, sending vibrations coursing through Freddieâs whole body. His eyes fell back to Roger, taking in the sight of him â the reddened lips, flushed cheeks and the long lashes framing the blue, hooded eyes were enough to steal Freddieâs breath together with the hair that was like a golden halo around his face.
He was beautiful, so ethereal, and Freddie was completely under his spell.
The familiar heat was pooling within Freddie and Roger sped up his movements, skillfully sucking and working with his tongue, eagerly driving Freddie closer to his climax. Freddieâs fingers tightened around the golden locks and soon the blood was buzzing in his ears, head feeling light, and he knew he was close.
When Roger added some pressure with his hand, stroking the shaft while sucking the head hard, it was getting too much, every nerve on Freddieâs body starting to blaze. His mind was hazy from pleasure and he had just enough time to warn the blond before he tensed, white painting his vision and head falling back as he came hard down his throat with a low grunt. Roger swallowed every drop of his come eagerly, taking time to suck and lick his shaft clean, and Freddieâs hips jerked at the slight overstimulation.
He was panting hard, the shocks of shattering orgasm pulsing in his veins, slowly turning into a warm bliss of satisfaction. He opened his eyes, meeting Roger gaze. The blond looked absolutely pleased with himself, his blue eyes a bit hazy and twinkling as he slowly licked his swollen lips. Then he smiled, the look in his eyes softening and something moved in Freddieâs chest. His hand was still buried in the blondâs hair but he untangled his fingers from the strands and slid them along the side of his face, stopping right under his jaw.
âDo you always do this? Give blowjobs to clients?â he asked quietly, sweeping his thumb over Rogerâs lips. The man didnât answer, just raised his brow, flashing a grin at him. Freddie wasnât sure how to interpret the gesture but the feeling in his gut told him that this probably wasnât the first time Rogerâs client had gotten this kind of treatment.
He truly was a mystery and Freddie felt even more drawn to him.
Roger smiled, patting Freddieâs bare thigh, standing then up and Freddie knew he was about to leave. He felt a bit sad that the time was over â he didnât really want it to end, he wanted to spend more time with him. Not like this, though, not in this tiny room, hidden behind so many doors. He wanted to go out in the public, to talk with him and get to know him, to solve the mystery.
âWhen will your shift end?â The question was out before Freddie even had had a time to think it properly. Roger gave him a strange look, his smile faltering, and for a moment Freddie thought he had done a mistake, crossed a line he wasnât meant to cross.
âIn an hour,â Roger then answered and a soft smile made its way on Freddieâs lips as he nodded. Roger looked like he wanted to say something more but decided then otherwise, offering Freddie a smile before turning around and heading towards the door, leaving Freddie to stare after his retreating backside.
*
To his disappointment, the guy that had come out wasnât Roger and Freddie sighed, sticking his hand to his pockets and kicking a tiny rock with his foot.
It didnât take long before the door opened a second time and his gaze settled on the man, a smile immediately rising to his lips.
âRoger,â he said, startling the blond. He backed away a few steps, wide eyes settling on Freddie.
âSorry, didnât mean to scare you,â Freddie apologized and Roger seemed to relax, shaking his head.
âItâs alright. I just wasnât actually expecting to see you here,â Roger said, offering a slight smile to Freddie.
âWell, I couldnât just leave without seeing you once again.â
Rogerâs smile widened and he raised his brow curious. Freddie took a few steps closer to him, pulling his hands away from his pockets and letting them fall to his sides.
âWould you want to go out with me sometimes? Like on a date?â he asked hopeful, eyes locked on to Rogerâs. Roger blinked, mouth hanging slightly open, and soon his gaze turned hesitant, brows knitting together. Freddieâs heart sunk in his chest, the feeling of disappointment slowly flooding into him, and he was ready to receive refusal.
âIâve dated my clients before. It never went well,â Roger spoke, shaking his head a bit. There was a flash of sadness in his eyes and Freddieâs heart clenched in his chest. He wanted to ask what had happened but thought it wouldnât be appropriate in this situation so he reached out to brush his fingers against Rogerâs hand, offering him a sympathetic smile.
âIâm different,â Freddie said quietly, earning a little laugh from Roger.
âEveryone always says the same,â the blond stated. âBut thereâs something about you⊠Something I canât quite explain so maybe you indeed are different.â
Freddieâs heart skipped a beat, his smile widening at Rogerâs words.
âIf you give me a chance, Iâll show you Iâm not like the others.â
Roger didnât look exactly convinced by his words.
âYou promise?â
âI promise,â Freddie said and Roger nodded, the look in his eyes gaining back its usual spark.
âThen we can go on a date,â he agreed and Freddieâs heart fluttered happily in his chest.
It seemed like this mystery would be hard to solve but Freddie was more than ready to take the challenge.