Cal stopped, dragging his lips slowly right to the end of Ben’s cock as he brought his head up. And squeezing at the base where it rose from his fist, just to be on the safe side.

“Too much?” It was a rhetorical question. Not so much as Cal knew it was right on the edge of too much, but more because Ben looked a mess.

Splayed out on Harry’s leather couch, Ben looked debauched, his shirt hanging open revealing his flushed chest, the T of dark hair pointing down to his bare thighs and to the place where Cal had tight hold of his lovely neat dick. And to Cal, of course, who was kneeling between his feet on a pillow.

Ben hadn’t taken his eyes off Cal from the moment Cal had unzipped him and shimmied the jeans down past his knees. Cal knew it because he hadn’t been able to look away either. There was something about Ben’s expression, the wide-eyed innocence and the way his mouth formed an ‘O’ when Cal finally stopped licking and swallowed him down, that was just too good to miss.

He’d blown Ben the last time they were together but it hadn’t quite been this intense. Cal hadn’t tried to string it out, edging the orgasm out of him until Ben’s eyes were wet with tears and he looked about ready to burst. He’s done pretty well all told. Cal had given him the no touching talk—he wasn’t opposed to Ben fucking his throat but he needed to be able to talk the next day— and was wondering if he shouldn’t have tied Ben down after all given the way he was gripping the couch cushions. Hopefully, the fingermarks would be gone before Harry got back from his trip.

Ben was panting and squeezed his eyes shut. “You want me to stop?” Cal was teasing but to his surprise, Ben nodded. “Is everything okay?” Cal started to sit back, worried that maybe he’d gone too far. Ben wasn’t like the guys he’d been with before, certainly not like any client he’d had in the past. He needed nurturing, reassuring.

It was a relief when Ben grabbed his arm and stopped him from pulling away. “No, I mean—Christ, you have to show me how to do that, I just…”

The words petered out and Cal had to smile. It was noticeable right away that a lack of words meant that Ben wanted something, something sexual, but was too embarrassed to ask. Cal drew Ben’s hand from his arm and turned it over, pressing his lips to Ben’s wrist before massaging his palm with his thumb. “You have to use your words, remember?”

Ben huffed out a laugh but his head fell back. His dick started to soften in Cal’s other hand and on instinct Cal jerked him slowly.

“That. I wanna…” Ben lifted his head and looked into Cal’s eyes, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I want to do that. But the two of us. Together. Like…”

Cal got it. Got it and kind of wanted it. He was already hard in his jeans, something he was quite prepared to take care of himself later once Ben had left. It wasn’t his fault that he liked sucking cock. Ben’s cock in particular. And this way it would save some time.

“If you like. I can do that.”

He stood slowly, his knees a little tight after kneeling for so long. He did his best to make a show of it, slowly unbuttoning, pulling his t-shirt up to show off his flat stomach. If he’d been worried about Ben losing his erection before he realized then it would work out. The thing jumped like a jackrabbit when Cal pulled his jeans down his own erection freed itself and slapped against his belly.

It wasn’t much of a show in the end. That had always been Harry’s forte, not Cal’s. A couple of times they’d done guys together, and Cal would just marvel at how Harry could work his body like a goddamn stripper, while Cal was in the corner trying to get his socks off without falling on his ass. Ben didn’t seem to mind though. He just looked hungrily on until Cal started to straddle him on the couch. Then he looked like a rabbit in the proverbial headlights.

“This what you had in mind?” Cal had one hand on the back of the couch behind Ben’s head and had to look down at him.

Ben looked like he might choke on his own tongue. “Oh hell, yeah,” he breathed out.

Cal smiled. He settled down, putting his weight on Ben’s thighs and tilting his hips forward to line up their cocks. There had been a discussion the previous session about safety first, no condom no sex. Cal had sucked Ben off through raspberry flavored latex and he thought it had been fine. But Ben had turned up that afternoon with a letter from his doctor and a receipt for Prep and an earnest look on his face. Cal had half a mind to call Harry just to get a second opinion but he knew what Harry would say…and decided to ignore the ghostly voice in his head. He pulled the condom off as he settled his weight against Ben.

When his skin touched Ben’s, Ben hissed and his calloused hands grabbed Cal’s ass and slid him closer, whispering, “Oh my god, that feels amazing. You feel amazing.”

Cal had to swallow back the urge to kiss him. “You wanna try it like this or you want to fuck my hand.”

Ben groaned. His answer was his own hand slipping between their bodies. Cal fully expected him to take them both in hand, but Ben ignored his own pleasure and wrapped his fingers around Cal.

Cal might have squeaked. It was unprofessional but damn it felt good. When Ben started to move, Cal leaned to one side, grabbing the bottle of lube and pumping it directly onto Ben’s fist. Ben’s fingers slipped slowly up, gathering the gel and coating his shaft thoroughly before starting to find a rhythm.

“Shit.” Cal leaned back a little but he found there was only so far he could go. Ben’s other hand was cupping his ass cheek, kneading it and holding him tightly.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben said. Cal might have taken it as a compliment if Ben had been looking at his face and not at the way his fingers caught on Cal’s rim with each stroke. “You feel so different. Fuck, you’re so hard.”

Cal was already panting. “You keep that up, I won’t be for long.”

Ben looked up at him, his lips moist and that wide-eyed look back on his face. “Can I kiss you? While I’m doing this?”

Cal wanted it but he knew there had to be a limit. “No. No, just, oh goddammit…”

It was too late. Just the thought of Ben’s lips on him, his tongue sliding inside his mouth started to tip him over the edge, but it was the touch of Ben’s finger against his asshole that had his balls drawing up, and him clutching Ben’s shoulders as he came. He gasped through it and too soon Ben’s hand was gone.

Cal blinked, trying to get his head straight to reciprocate but he was too late for that too. Ben had hold of himself using the residue from Cal and the condom to stroke himself roughly. His other hand came down to hook the hem of Cal’s shirt and pull it up, revealing his bare skin.

“Shit,” was all Ben said. His fingers tightened painfully on Cal’s shoulder as he held to t-shirt up and came over Cal’s stomach. He panted, quiet until the end, when he looked up, shocked and flushed and apologetic. “Shit. Sorry. I guess I should have asked first. Sorry.”

Cal laughed and reached for the towel he had ready. “I’m good. Believe me, I’m good. You okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” Ben looked stunned. Happy but stunned. “That was…yeah. I’m definitely okay.”

Cal couldn’t help but smile. Something about the way Ben’s face lit up—like he was discovering some kind of enlightenment each time he orgasmed with Cal and the world kept turning and he didn’t burst into flames—it made Cal feel really happy.

“I think I’m going to need a shower after that though.”

Cal was kind of joking but Ben smiled shyly and asked, “Can I watch?”

It didn’t seem to hurt his feelings when Cal checked his Casio and shrugged. “Sure. We’ve got time.”

It didn’t feel weird, strangely, having Ben sat there on the closed seat of the toilet, fully clothed at the other end of the wet room while Cal soaped himself down under the shower. Cal tried his best to keep his hands moving slowly and soaped his ass about twenty times more than was really necessary and Ben seemed to be content with it. When Cal was done, he turned off the water and walked over, leaving a trail he knew he’d be mopping later. Harry was weirdly fussy about that stuff.

Ben held up the towel he’d been holding and Cal had wiped his face and arms before he realized that something was off. “What’s wrong?”

Ben sighed. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep doing this?”

Cal let his hands drop. “Oh. Okay.” He felt disappointed. Genuinely disappointed and it was the last thing he was expecting.

“No, I mean,” Ben scrubbed his hand through his hair. “I want to see you. I just—” He winced. “It’s the…money.”

“Ah.” Cal felt relieved. When Harry had offered him the job, Cal needed some quick cash and thought it was going to be a one-time thing. The extra funds the last few weeks hadn’t hurt but he didn’t necessarily need the money. Starting to wipe down his chest and belly, he made sure to spread his legs a little as his hands moved downward. “Y’know, if you were a regular, I could charge you less.”

“You—you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s not a favor. It’s company policy, actually.” Ben looked unconvinced but Cal wasn’t lying. “It’s less admin, less chance of scheduling issues…it makes sense. If you wanted to book a regular appointment, it’s more convenient for me and for…” He didn’t specify, just gestured around him. He didn’t really want to say Harry’s name when he was naked.

Ben frowned and looked like he was thinking it over. Cal didn’t want to make it too easy for him, so he stepped up close and held out the towel. “Why don’t you dry me off while you decide?”

Ben took the towel and lay it over his hand before he started wiping up the inside of Ben’s thighs in long, slow strokes. Cal found himself holding his breath as Ben leaned forward and nuzzled into the side of his cock and murmured, “How does same time each Tuesday sound to you?”

The sound reverberated through Cal’s groin and he had to clear his throat before he could answer. “I’ll have to check my calendar.”

Ben hmmed and closed his eyes. When rubbed his cheek the length of Cal’s burgeoning erection, Cal let out a slow steady breath, checked his watch again, and figured it didn’t really matter if they went a little over time. Just this once.