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The most surprising thing about having the rent boy you received a blow job from in a seedy hotel become your coworker was the realisation that he hadn't used a fake name.
Nick. There it was in black and white on the rota next to Keith's name. Their matching 'K's so close they were nearly kissing.
(Which made him think of how he'd actually kissed the other man, the feel of those lips against his own, the way they'd looked and felt around his cock, the compact lines of his body thrumming in pleasure beneath his clothes as he came, though this time Keith would have peeled the offending garments off to reveal unblemished skin just aching for him to mark-
Shaking the thoughts from his head like a wet dog. He couldn't think of that now, or ever again.)
He'd been more than surprised to get a call from him a week after said blow job. His voice had sounded hoarse and weak on the other end of the phone asking if the job offer was still available.
He'd agreed readily, of course. No matter that Keith didn't have the authority to actually hire the man on the spot, but he could at least vouch for his work ethic to his boss.
And then he'd arrived for an interview a day or two later, looking pale as death with a giant black eye (which he had obviously tried to hide with a layer of makeup that only really succeeded in highlighting it… Keith wanted to ask 'what happened, who did that to you' but knew he had no right to ask. He was just another sad John he'd sucked off for a few notes). Keith had felt a tug of despair and anger in his stomach at the sight. Nick had a only given him a small smile from across the room which only made him feel worse.
The boss had given him a look after the interview, too. Pointed and judgemental. He'd felt his wedding ring tighten on his finger like a noose.
That was 2 weeks ago and Nick was still in the induction phase. He'd been hastily taught the health and safety procedures, given an ill-fitting protective suit and dumped at Keith's metaphorical door to be shown the ropes.
Things had been fine so far. He'd mostly pushed their… Dalliance from his mind (Ok that was a bit of a lie) but everything Nick did seemed to just draw attention to it.
Standing a bit too close to Keith as he explained things, beaming sunnily at him, hands that found their way to his thigh and shoulder. Those bright puppy-dog eyes following him sweetly around the room made him feel sick. Like everyone around them knew what had happened in that hotel…
What made matters worse (or better, depending on your perspective) was that on top of being gorgeous, spending more time with him made Keith realise that Nick was extraordinarily witty. He was well and truly smitten which could only possibly end in disaster…
Not helped by Nick already nearly let slip about his past job to the rest of their co-workers that almost sent Keith spinning into a full blown crisis.
Keith had pulled him up on it when they were sorting through an old biddy's underwear drawer. Nick had been slightly haughty, left eye still surrounded by a ring of fading purple and yellow, claiming he wasn't ashamed of it.
'I just don't think you should be divulging that to everyone, some people can be… Mean'
'Or do you not want people to know you've been with a whore? Funny how you didn't seem to mind it when you were coming down my fucking throat!' He hissed, wagging a floral patterned pant in Keith's face.
Keith winced, face burning red. 'It's not that! I'm just looking out for you!'
'Well, fucking DON'T!'
That was a week ago and things had been tense ever since. Nick hadn't said anymore to their coworkers which Keith was grateful for. He had showed up a couple times clearly hungover, reeking of whatever cheap liquor he'd been drinking the night before, which Keith decided it best not to comment on. He couldn't exactly blame him for wanting to be pissed.
It did worry him. He'd met addicts, knew how much an addiction took over your entire life, how much it could destroy you. But Nick had already made it painfully clear he didn't want to be fathered by Keith, so that was that. He could do nothing but watch from a careful distance.
Thankfully, though, the bruise around Nick's eye had almost gone away completely. He still had yet to broach the topic with the younger man, the air between them was thick enough to be cut into. It was making both of them miserable so Keith was determined to extend an olive branch.
He'd spotted the book in the window of an expensive bookshop: 'The Strange and Fascinating world of English Folklore'.
Gilded covered covered in old witchy looking symbols, a regal looking illustration of a hare in the centre. Thumbing through the display copy, it was filled with various stories and drawings of old superstitions. One chapter even included notes on the significance of the swallow. Keith traced the drawing on the page, a far cry from how the ink on Nick's neck had felt against his finger tips.
Impulsively, he'd bought it. He wasn't the sort of person to buy a book usually, and certainly not one to spend more than a fiver for one. But down £40, with a book about a subject matter he had little care for tucked under his arm, he made his way home to wrap it up (hopefully out of sight of his wife).
He was happy that, being December, it was close enough to Christmas that he could get away with it being an early festive present. Even so, he felt sick to his stomach when he brought it with him to work the next day.
Nick gave him a curt 'Hi' as greeting, piling into the passenger seat of the van and spending the whole 30 minute journey staring moodily out the window. The book was currently burning a hole in his bag, beneath his work supplies, taunting him.
He pushed it from his mind, getting on with the job, nearly forgetting about the whole thing until Nick came into the room he'd been having a sneaky break in with the book clutched in his hand.
'What the fuck is this?' He demanded, though he didn't sound angry. If anything he looked baffled.
'It's, um, a present?'
'It's got my name on it?' His gaze was firmly fixed on the little tag Keith had attached with his name hastily scribbled on it.
'That's because it's, um, for you?' Keith scratched his goatee nervously. He was beginning to regret his decision to buy the blasted thing! He cleared his throat, trying to remain nonchalant as he added. 'Go on, then, open it!'
Nick hesitated before beginning to rip the paper off with tentative determination. Keith drank in his expression as his eyes scanned the cover as it was revealed to him. The widening of his eyes, the slight 'o' of his lips, the blotches of colour appearing on his cheeks.
The paper fell to the floor around him in tatters as he reverently opened the book. Turning from page to page, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
'Oh Keith…' He said after a few minutes of the only sound in the room being the flicking of the pages, turning his face to look at the older man with a slight shine in his eyes.
'It's all probably stuff you already know but-'
Keith's mumbling was interrupted by the feeling of Nick's arms wrapped around his neck, face pressed into his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward hug but the older man sank into it anyway. He placed a cautious hand on his back.
'This is the nicest thing anyone's ever given me' Voice muffled and a bit wet sounding.
He partially disentangled himself before squeezing onto the small pouffe Keith was perched on, half in his lap and half out. The close proximity reminded him of that night. He swallowed, nervous.
'You know…' Nick's fingers ran down his arm as he spoke softly. Keith shivered. 'I've not thanked you properly'
'Just buy me a round at the pub and that'll do me!' He joked awkwardly. They hadn't been this close since the, well… 'Job before the job', so to speak. Keith was silently pleased he couldn't smell any alcohol on him, although that just meant his slightly faded aftershave and natural musk was even more prominent.
'Not just for the book for… For everything'
Before Keith had a chance to reply, Nick leaned in suddenly, hand now resting on his thigh, pressing a chaste but forceful kiss to his lips.
He pulled back, but like a man possessed, Keith grabbed him to kiss him again.
Those lips were every bit as glorious as he remembered and more! Fingers caught in his hair like he'd longed to do again so many times.
The younger man practically collapsed further into his lap, knees nearly straddling Keith's thighs which sent his mind spinning with possibilities.
Nick's hand moved further up Keith's thigh, dangerously close to the growing bulge in his crotch, and suddenly he was hit by the cold stark realisation of what was happening.
He pushed Nick off of him, perhaps a little more aggressively than he intended, the man falling haphazardly to the floor with a small undignified yelp.
Keith moved forward to check he was okay. A flash of genuine fear appeared on his face, quickly disappearing into storm as his brows furrowed and mouth turned down.
'Fuck, Nick, I'm so sorry are you-'
'I'm fine' Nick replied curtly, standing up, brushing his rumpled trousers and refusing to look Keith in the eye.
'Nick-'
'I'm fine, Keith' He interrupted him again. 'We should get back to work'
There were a million things he wanted to say but he was too much of a coward to say them.
He sighed.
'Yeah, we should'
Things finally came to a head a few days later at their work's party (although their idea of a party was sending everyone to the local for a piss up, which was totally fine by Keith!).
The week had been a fucking lot, from the fiasco with Nick to the stress of Charlie's ever rising care bill, all he really wanted to do was get so fucking drunk he couldn't even remember his own name.
Nick seemed to have the same idea, if the series of 5 shots he downed soon as they'd arrived was anything to go by.
Time melted by, pint after pint addling his brain and probably adding even more girth to his stomach. The alcohol had also made the connections between the rational side of his brain and mouth more tenuous that usual. Which is maybe why - when he spotted Nick heading into the loos - he decided to follow him.
Nick noticed him as he reached the urinals, frowning as he spoke.
'Go away Keith.'
'Please, Nick, I just want to tal-'
'What could you possibly want to fucking talk about?!' He spun, looking fury blazing in his eyes. God… Keith really wanted to kiss him again.
'I don't understand why you're so angry'
'Well I don't understand why you won't fuck me!?' His anger suddenly crumbled as quickly as it had arrived and he looked liked he was about to cry, face screwing up unattractively. 'Don't you want me? I thought you… You said the swallow led you to me?'
All Keith's resolve vanished and he bundled the younger man up into his arms, his smaller frame shaking with the force of his sobs. He ran a smoothing hand along his shoulder blades. Keith felt boiling hot from the warmth of the other's body as well as the thrum of alcohol through him, but he wouldn't let go, couldn't!
'How could I not want you?' He murmured.
Nick pulled back, looking up at him, face shining with tears though he thankfully wasn't crying anymore. Keith couldn't not kiss him.
His nose pressed to his wet cheek, the taste of snot that should have been disgusting, Nick's shaky breathing and the frantic way he clawed at Keith's shirt. It was perfect in its imperfection.
'Come home with me?' Nick whispered between them when Keith pulled back, eyes slowly blinking open.
Keith's thumb drawing patterns into the skin of his cheek, gaze going from his lips back up to the pleading look in his eyes. Breathing out a 'Yes' before he dove back in for a desperate kiss.
Nick had eventually been allowed to piss - after many kisses and and much groping - and they had both eventually ended up making out on a messy bed in the younger man's pokey flat.
The sober part of Keith's brain would have been screaming at him to stop if it wasn't currently buried under layers of alcohol and poor decision making. But he found he didn't care when Nick's now shirtless body was pressed tight against him.
He couldn't keep his hands off of him: rubbing his waist, thumbing at his nipples until they became razor sharp, enjoying the feel of his surprisingly hairy chest. And, much to his relief, neither could Nick, practically clawing his shirt off the minute he walked through the door.
His lips were attached to Keith's neck as his deft fingers undid his fly, where his half hard dick was already straining in his boxers, which were soon also tugged impatiently down his legs.
'Want you to fuck me, will you fuck me?' Nick breathed, looking at him through his lashes. He'd taken his glasses off at some point, his whole face looking softer and younger somehow.
He'd phrased it like a question but hadn't waited for an answer (not that there was any answer Keith would have given other than yes, yes, YES!). He pushed Keith until his back reached the rickety headboard, jumping off the bed and returning with a half empty tube of lube.
Crawling back on the bed, settling over his thighs, he's thumbed his pants off so his pretty cock curved up against his stomach and leaking. Keith was also pleasantly surprised to see the bed of wiry hair there.
'You didn't shave?'
Nick's brow knitted together in worry, peering down at his own pubes. 'Should I have?'
'No!' Keith exclaimed, startling the younger man slightly. 'No, you're perfect'
Nick smiled sweetly, blushing slightly.
Keith swallowed then, looking between the lube and Nick's dark eyes.
'Condom?' Keith asked.
Nick shook his head. 'I'm clean and I… I want to feel you'
He looked bashful at his own words.
Keith couldn't say no to that. Also, although he wouldn't admit it, he had taken an STD test after his and Nick's last encounter, just to be sure.
He pulled Nick back into a kiss, the sweetest they'd shared yet that made his stomach flip, hoping it said everything he couldn't bring himself to say. His unspoken words must've been heard, as Nick poured some lube on his fingers before reaching behind himself. Keith could tell when he'd breached his hole by the way his breath hitched.
Chest heaving slightly, eyelids fluttering, teeth chewing at his bottom lip. Keith could watch him for hours, but he hated feeling like an overblown sex doll.
He hurriedly pulled Nick's fingers from his entrance, replacing them with his own lubed up digits. Nick gasped in surprise and pleasure.
Fuck, the tightness and heat of him, he couldn't wait to finally thrust up into him like he'd dreamt about for weeks now.
Nick was moaning loudly above him as he continued his preparation. Something about his reactions seemed off, though. Like something Keith would hear in porn. Fake and oddly sterile.
He stopped his movements, pushing Nick's back from his neck to look into his sweaty pink face.
'You don't need to do that, you know?'
'What?' He sounded breathless and a bit perturbed.
'Make it a performance… Give me what you think I want to hear' Keith used his other hand to sweep a sweaty curl from his forehead.
Nick seemed thrown, caught out. He swallowed, chewing slightly on his lower lip, before nodding.
Pleased, he continued his movements, adding a third finger alongside the others. Nick was less loud now , face scrunching up in pleasure, breathy groans as Keith's fingers continued to poke inside him, searching for that bundle of nerves to make him scream for real.
He knew he'd found it when Nick's thighs clenched around him, nails digging into the skin of his back painfully.
'Fuck, oh fuck! Please, Keith, I'm ready just-' He broke off with a whine, trying to push his body down onto his fingers.
Making quick work of squirting a little more lube on Keith's dick, Nick placed a hand against his chest, he slowly sank himself down, thighs shaking slightly from the effort of keeping everything controlled.
If Keith had thought Nick pretty before, it was nothing compared to the way he looked now. Brow furrowed in effort, a delectable flush across his cheeks and up his chest as he finally bottomed out.
The way the tight heat engulfed his dick was better than he'd ever imagined. Nick began to rock his hips, still coming accustomed to his size. He caught the other's lips in a kiss, neither having the brain cells to keep it refined. His tongue running along the crooked bottom teeth.
He wished he could satiate himself on never having to drink or eat anything else again, to survive off of the taste and feel of Nick forever. He wished he could bury himself completely in the other man, his hands caught between the sweaty strands of hair and his hip, squeezing. He wished he could see where their body's joined, like one being, the way Nick no doubt stretched obscenely to accommodate him.
(Where was a genie when you wanted one? Or a hare?)
He pulled back to breathe. Nick's face swam above him, haloed by the dim ceiling light. A deep pink blush across his cheeks, dark curls completely matted to his forehead now, a light sheen of sweat covered him, and those sinful lips abused and red. The lips smiled at him, a toothy smile that flowed from his cheeks and up into the creases at the corner of his eyes. Real and crooked and utterly beautiful. Keith smiled back.
'You're gorgeous' He couldn't stop himself.
'You're not so bad yourself' Nick replied coyly, peering at him through his eyelashes, running an appreciative hand down his hairy chest and stomach.
'You don't need to flatter me, you've already got me in a bloody vice' Keith joked.
As if remembering he currently had a cock inside him, Nick began to slowly move, lifting himself almost entirely off before slamming back down. A symphony of shared moans, heavy breathing and the slapping of their skin together that should have been gross filled the room.
Head thrown back as he bounced, panting, beads of sweat dripping down the swallow on his neck which Keith lapped up with his tongue.
He held onto his waist, fucking up into him at a brutal pace, trying his best to angle his cock so it brushed repeatedly against the other man's prostate.
It must have been working because Nick was moaning loudly again, high nasally keens that echoed in the small space. But they didn't sound manufactured like before. Instead, they were raw and unguarded.
He clenched around him as he came, painting Keith and his own stomach in his spunk, going boneless in the older man's embrace.
Keith flipped them with the little remaining strength he had left in him, pressing Nick chest first into the sheets before thrusting back in. The new angle meant he could get even deeper, and was also able to see the way his cock stretched the other's abused looking rim. Nick's muffled overstimulated whimpers finally sent Keith over the edge, spilling inside the other man.
He pulled out completely, collapsing in a heap onto the bed. Nick rolled onto his back next to him. They lay in the afterglow for a moment, no sound but their shared heavy breaths.
Keith, brain no longer clouded by lust and the effects of the alcohol having lessened, was beginning to panic.
Trying to calm his heart-rate, he turned to face Nick, realising the other was already looking at him. He painted on the most genuine smile he could.
'I won't charge you for that, by the way' Nick's own grin was cheeky and beaming.
He wished he could shared his joy, but instead conflict tugged at his insides, twisting his organs into knots.
They both jumped at the sound of a phone ringing. It took Keith's brain a few moments to catch up and realise it was his, still tucked into the pocket of his trousers currently screwed up on the floor.
He scrambled off the bed with heavy limbs, suddenly feeling even more sick. Panicked thoughts of something having happened to Charlie swam in his vision.
His wife's name glared up at him alongside the time. He hadn't realised it had gotten so late (after midnight). He frantically swiped and, without thinking, answered the call.
'Everything alright, love?'