The Jewel Lounge[7/??]
Title: The Jewel Lounge[/??]
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_fire
Pairing: PatrickxPeter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter has been instructed to write the story of his life. How he went from an amazing childhood, to a lonely man, to the happiest he'd ever been, to loosing it all again.
Dedication: To anyone that is still into this story.
A/N: So ya know, it's only been 4 months since my last update. Oops. I lost my muse for a long time, but I do believe that it's back and in full force. I am planning on finishing this quick...and if I don't you can poke megentlyplz? with a stick. Also, please go back and read the previous chapters if you don't remember the plot. It might help a bit...<<
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//
By a quarter to seven, my house was more than ready. I’d hired an a few extra maids to help clean my house for the night, making every inch spotless. I’d hired a few extra chefs to cook the most amazing smelling meal. I don’t know why, but I wanted this night to be perfect. Like it was a test. Like Patrick would decide if he could be in love with me by the way the evening went. The only thing I didn’t let anyone touch was my bedroom, which I knew had to be special for tonight. The room itself was amazing, red walls with dark wood trim, and a huge bed that was raised on a platform, making it so that anyone who wanted to get in it needed to climb up three steps. The bed was covered in dark crimson satin sheets with a mix of black and red satin pillows. It was a four poster bed, gothic style, and one of my most prized possessions. It had cost a fortune, but it was well worth it. There was a bar connecting all four posts of the bed, and from the bar hung thick black velvet curtains. You could block out all light in the room if you wanted to. An hour before, I had called my main maid into the room and instructed her on what to do.
“Just when we’re finishing dinner,” I instructed “come up here and light all the candles. Spread the petals on the bed, and make sure the champagne is still cold, pour it into the glasses and leave them on the nightstand. Also, make sure you grab dessert from the kitchen, and set it on the nightstand along with the champagne.” She nodded, making a mental checklist, before hurrying off to do what she hadn’t finished by now.
At seven I was pacing the foyer waiting for him, and I was nervous. I was dressed nice, not overly nice, but nice enough. When I saw his car pull up the driveway, my heart leapt into my throat, beating faster. Calm down! I instructed myself. It’s just Patrick. I let him get to the front door and ring the bell before I pulled it open slowly, smiling a bit.
“Hey there.” I said quietly, taking in his perfect form, dressed in a pair of khakis and a nice button down. “You look nice.”
“Same with you.” He smiled. “And holy shit your house is nice!” He laughed. I shrugged it off. Yeah, it was nice. But it was lonely. Too big for just one person.
“Thanks.” I said quietly. “Come in.” I nodded towards the formal living room.
“Right.” He laughed, following me in to the open room, whistling under his breath as he took in the elegant decorations. I looked around, trying to see the rather boring room for the first time. I guess it would be sort of overwhelming. The cream walls and carpet, and all white furniture, and of course the highly polished grand piano situated at the far end of the room.
“Dinner should be ready soon.” I said sitting on the soft white leather sofa, watching as he sat next to me.
“Thanks for having me over.” He smiled a bit, shifting closer to me, taking my hand in his.
“Thanks for coming.” I whispered, leaning forward, capturing his lips with mine kissing them gently. This of course led into more kisses, deeper kisses and before I knew it, Patrick was in my lap, arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me slowly. Right as I was marveling at just how heavenly his lips were I heard a soft cough.
“Dinner is served, sir.” One of the butlers said as I looked up at him, blushing slightly.
“Right. Thank you.” I nodded, smiling up at Patrick who was staring back at me agape.
“You have servants?” He exclaimed.
“Well…ya know…it’s a big house.” I said quietly, not letting onto the fact that I really kept so many around so that the house didn’t feel so empty all the time. “Hungry?” I asked quietly, hoping to change the topic.
“Yeah.” He smiled a bit, sliding out of my lap, standing up and fixing his shirt. I nodded standing as well, taking his hand, leading him into the formal dinning room. The maids had done an excellent job. The room was hardly ever used, but tonight it represented the most intimate atmosphere imaginable. The long table was covered with a simple white table cloth. The light from the chandelier hanging over the table was dim, and soft music was pumping from hidden speakers. The table was set for two, at the furthest end of the table, set up so we’d sit across from each other. In between the place settings were candles and a small arrangement of rosebuds. I led him down to the end of the table, pulling out his chair for him, smiling a bit before sitting in my own chair across from him. I watched as he took the napkin and set it over his lap, smiling a bit.
“This is…just…wow.” He whispered, shaking his head. I blushed deeply, wondering if I had gone too far.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean for you to feel awkward.” I jumped in.
“No...no not at all. It’s just…nobody’s ever done something so nice for me before.” He whispered with a slight smile.
I grinned, reaching for his hand over the table, kissing his knuckles lightly. I dropped it as the door from the kitchen swung open, and one of the many kitchen helpers came out, pouring us each a glass of dark wine, before disappearing through the door. I took the glass sipping it lightly, watching Patrick do the same. A minute later the same man came through the doors, carrying our first course. The dinner progressed like normal, four courses, a salad, a soup, an appetizer, and a main dish. The food was better than usual, or maybe it was the company. Either way the meal sped by, and before I knew it, it was over.
“So…” I said with a slight tremor in my voice. “…would you like to come upstairs?”
“Sure.” He smiled, and I knew he knew what I was implying. I nodded, standing up and taking his hand again, trying not to let on to how nervous I was. After all it was normally him who took charge, but now it was my turn. I hoped everything worked out like I had imagined [more times than I’m willing to tell]. I led him up the extravagant staircase, leading him down the long hall towards the master bedroom. I took a deep breath before I pushed the door open, smiling a bit as I took it all in, everything perfect. The maid had done an amazing job. The room glowed with the flickering light of the candles, which covered every nonflammable surface, and the air was thick with the scent of roses, thanks to the petals spread out over the bed, and surrounding it on the floor.
“Oh my God...” Patrick gasped quietly. “Oh my God!” He said again, as he stepped inside, turning and kissing me hard once he’d fully taken in the room. I smiled, pleased that he liked it, kissing him back gently.
“Love you.” I whispered, smiling a bit as he nodded, letting me lead him towards the bed. I grabbed the two bubbling glasses of champagne, handing one to him. “To…tonight.” I whispered, tapping my glass against his before sipping at the sugary sweet, fizzy liquid. “How about dessert?” I asked, setting the glass down.
“Sure.” He nodded, sighing quietly.
I grinned, stepping toward him, kissing those perfect lips once again, my fingers gently working at the buttons of his shirt, popping them one by one. “It could get messy.” I whispered between kisses. “Don’t wanna ruin your clothes.”
He smirked at this, nodding, starting to tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head just as I pushed his over his shoulders. I reached towards the nightstand where a small lidded pot sat over a single candle. I took off the lid and grinned. The chocolate inside was the perfect consistency. Melted, but not too wet. I grabbed for a bright red strawberry, dipping it carefully into the warm chocolate before pulling it back, bringing it up to Patrick’s lips. He took a bite, moaning quietly as he chewed the berry, swallowing it before taking another bite of it, eyes half closed as he savored the taste. When he was finished with the berry I watched him reach for a piece of fruit, grabbing a slice of pineapple and dipping it softly in the chocolate before bringing it up to my mouth, smearing some of the chocolate over my lips. He fed me the fruit carefully before leaning in, kissing me, sucking the chocolate from my lips. For some reason, the gesture was insanely erotic.
“Lay down.” I whispered, nudging him back on to the bed, admiring his body spread out over the rose petals and satin sheets for a moment before reaching to the tray, taking another strawberry, dragging it through the chocolate. I moved it gently to Patrick’s chest, holding it up so that the warm chocolate drizzled over his chest, thoroughly coating his pink nipples, letting some drizzle along his collarbone, and neck before pulling the berry up to my own lips, eating it slowly. When I was finished I bent forward, going about lapping the warm sauce from his skin, cleaning it thoroughly. He moaned softly, tiny, breathy moans, sliding his fingers through my hair as my mouth sucked the last bit of chocolate from his skin.
“Fuck…” He purred quietly. “Feels so good.” He moaned, sitting up a bit, kissing me gently, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me close. Again I get lost in his lips, kissing him until we’re both panting, and somehow we’ve both shed the rest of our clothing, though I can’t remember how or when it was.
“I’m not done yet.” I whispered in his ear, laying him back against the pillows. “Stay here.” He nodded and shifted a bit, getting comfortable, watching as I slid from the bed, going to the dresser, grabbing two of the little candles, bringing them back to the bed, setting them on the shelf just above Patrick’s head. I went and got two more before deciding that four was enough. Carefully I stood and pulled the black curtain around the bed shut, blocking out all the light except for the four candles overhead. I crawled back into the bed, kissing his lips gently, body hovering over his, knees straddling his hips.
“This is like…straight out of a gothic romance novel.” He purred. “And it’s so incredibly hot.” He added, smiling a bit, kissing my lips softly.
“Good.” I murmured, sliding a hand through his hair. I pecked his lips one more time before taking a small handful of the rose petals on the bed, dropping them gently over his body, spreading them from his shoulders down over his legs, watching each one flutter and then stop as it landed on his flawless skin.
“What’s this?” He whispered, looking up at me.
“Shh…just lay still.” I winked before sliding down his body, stopping at his ankles. I picked out a single petal on his leg, and I blew a soft stream of air at it, watching as it slid gently up his leg. I blew at it until it hit the curve of his knee, and slid off, fluttering back down to the bed. I moved to the other leg, doing the same thing, blowing at the petal until it slid softly down his inner thigh. I watched as light goose bumps spread over his skin at the light sensation combined with my warm breath. I moved up to a petal on his hip, blowing it sideways, watching as it slid down, caressing lightly over his balls, making him moan low from his throat.
“Peter...” He purred quietly as I blew a cool stream of air over his cock, tracing the way it curved up against his lower stomach, pushing a petal up onto his stomach. As I continued his moans got more and more desperate, taking on an almost pleading whine as I blew the last few petals off of his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him, a deep kiss full of passion. He kissed me back, harder, dragging a hand down my spine, pressing my hips gently down against his, both of us fully aroused.
“Peter.” He said again, looking up into my eyes, voice hushed. “Make love to me.” He whispered, and that’s all it took. My heart was pounding, my head spinning. Had he really just said that? I nodded slightly, pecking his lips once more, reaching up to the shelf that held the candles. I grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube, bringing them back down to the bed, setting the condom to the side. I took the bottle of lube, popped it open and poured some of the silky liquid into my hand, coating my fingers before reaching down, pressing one into him, quickly adding a second. He gasped, back arching slightly as my fingers worked, quickly locating his prostate, stroking over it a few times before pulling my fingers back. I grabbed for the condom packet, tearing it open, rolling it over my length before adding more lube as he watched moaning slightly. I smiled down at him before carefully pulling one of his legs up over my shoulder. I bet forward kissing him lightly before slowly pressing into him, sliding in with ease. I stopped once I was buried completely inside of him, kissing him over and over as I started to gently thrust in and out, hips barely moving. I felt his arms wrap around my neck as my mouth worked against his, his fingers pulling at my hair as I started to pull back a little further with each thrust.
“Patrick…” I gasped against his lips, my eyes falling shut, forehead resting against his as I started to thrust fully into him, still slow, enjoying the way he tightened around me each time I hit his prostate. “Fuck…so good baby…” I whispered, my lips brushing against his gently, hand snaking around his cock, stroking him in time with the slow thrusts.
“Oh…” He gasped quietly. “L-like that.” He pleaded. “Don’t stop.” And I didn’t. I kept moving, our bodies working together like a well oiled machine, only speeding up slightly when I felt him start shaking. I knew he was close by the way he moaned, fingers tugging harder at my hair, making me pant softly as my hips sped up more, still relatively slow, my hand stroking him gently, thumb dragging over the tip repeatedly. His body shook harder before tensing up, every muscle going rigid. I pried my eyes open to watch as his whole body shook a final time, before relaxing, spilling over my hand, moaning my name softly as he gasped for air, chest heaving lightly up and down. Watching him combined with the way he tightened like a vice around me as he came sent me spiraling over the edge, coming hard, thrusting gently as I filled the condom, slowing to a stop when I was through.
I collapsed softly onto his body, panting against his lips, kissing him gently, brushing his hair, damp with sweat, away from his eyes. I stared into the perfect hazel orbs, shivering as he spoke.
“I…I love you Peter.” He whispered.
I nodded gently. “I love you too Patrick…so much.”
I felt him smile against my lips kissing me as I carefully pulled away from him, parting the curtains a bit to discard the used condom into the trash. I grabbed a Kleenex, cleaning the mess on his stomach gently, tossing that into the bin before closing the curtains again curling up next to him. I wrapped my arms gently around his waist, stroking his hip, sighing quietly as I pressed my lips to his ear.
“Tell me why you work at The Jewel Lounge?” I whispered.
He stiffened a bit turning to look at me, chewing his lip gently. “My uhm…my mom…she kicked me out when I was seventeen when she caught me in bed with a guy.” He whispered, looking down, ashamed. “I spent three years living on the streets, working the street corners. It was rough, most of the men I slept with didn’t care what happened to me after they were through with me. They were rough. I was twenty when I started at The Jewel Lounge…and it was like a safe haven. A steady paycheck, a nice place, people who cared about what the clients did to me. There were rules. The streets don’t have rules.” He looked back up at me, eyes full of fear, as though nervous that his confession would scare me off.
“I’m…wow..” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be. Don’t be sorry. It’s what I had to do. I’m over the past now.” He smiled a bit. “I just…I hope it doesn’t effect how you feel about me.”
“Never.” I whispered, giving him a slight smile. “So tell me how you became a diamond boy?”
He smiled a bit. “Well you work your way up through the ranks. You have to go through each jewel level, spending a certain amount of time at each level, gaining a certain number of clients. Once you make it to Emerald status, it takes about a year, you start counting clients. One thousand different clients, twenty of which must be regulars meaning they come back to you at least twice a month. That takes awhile, six months to a year depending on how many clients you see in a night and how many days you work. Once you reach that mark, you become personal property of the owner for six months. You live with him at his house and you do whatever he wants, whenever he wants it done. If he wants coffee at three in the morning, you get up and make it. If he needs his house cleaned, you do it. When he comes home and is horny, you sleep with him. In return, at the end of the six months you become a diamond boy. You are guaranteed a job for as long as you want it, you get to keep more of the money you make, and you are given one of the better rooms at the Lounge.”
Peter nodded, almost impressed. “That’s…quite a system.”
Patrick shrugged, scooting closer. “I guess…but it’s worth it. The ends justify the means. ” He whispered, fighting back a yawn. “I..I wanna hear about you.” He whispered, eyes slipping shut as if preparing for a bed time story.
“Some other time. Maybe over breakfast tomorrow.” Peter whispered, pressing his lips against Patrick’s forehead. “For now, just sleep. Love you Patrick.” He whispered again, wondering if he’d ever get sick of the words.
“Love you too Peter.” Patrick smiled slightly against his chest, holding him a bit tighter, sighing quietly as he let himself remember what falling asleep next to someone was like, already anticipating waking up to that same person.
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Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_firePairing: PatrickxPeter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter has been instructed to write the story of his life. How he went from an amazing childhood, to a lonely man, to the happiest he'd ever been, to loosing it all again.
Dedication: To anyone that is still into this story.
A/N: So ya know, it's only been 4 months since my last update. Oops. I lost my muse for a long time, but I do believe that it's back and in full force. I am planning on finishing this quick...and if I don't you can poke me
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//
By a quarter to seven, my house was more than ready. I’d hired an a few extra maids to help clean my house for the night, making every inch spotless. I’d hired a few extra chefs to cook the most amazing smelling meal. I don’t know why, but I wanted this night to be perfect. Like it was a test. Like Patrick would decide if he could be in love with me by the way the evening went. The only thing I didn’t let anyone touch was my bedroom, which I knew had to be special for tonight. The room itself was amazing, red walls with dark wood trim, and a huge bed that was raised on a platform, making it so that anyone who wanted to get in it needed to climb up three steps. The bed was covered in dark crimson satin sheets with a mix of black and red satin pillows. It was a four poster bed, gothic style, and one of my most prized possessions. It had cost a fortune, but it was well worth it. There was a bar connecting all four posts of the bed, and from the bar hung thick black velvet curtains. You could block out all light in the room if you wanted to. An hour before, I had called my main maid into the room and instructed her on what to do.
“Just when we’re finishing dinner,” I instructed “come up here and light all the candles. Spread the petals on the bed, and make sure the champagne is still cold, pour it into the glasses and leave them on the nightstand. Also, make sure you grab dessert from the kitchen, and set it on the nightstand along with the champagne.” She nodded, making a mental checklist, before hurrying off to do what she hadn’t finished by now.
At seven I was pacing the foyer waiting for him, and I was nervous. I was dressed nice, not overly nice, but nice enough. When I saw his car pull up the driveway, my heart leapt into my throat, beating faster. Calm down! I instructed myself. It’s just Patrick. I let him get to the front door and ring the bell before I pulled it open slowly, smiling a bit.
“Hey there.” I said quietly, taking in his perfect form, dressed in a pair of khakis and a nice button down. “You look nice.”
“Same with you.” He smiled. “And holy shit your house is nice!” He laughed. I shrugged it off. Yeah, it was nice. But it was lonely. Too big for just one person.
“Thanks.” I said quietly. “Come in.” I nodded towards the formal living room.
“Right.” He laughed, following me in to the open room, whistling under his breath as he took in the elegant decorations. I looked around, trying to see the rather boring room for the first time. I guess it would be sort of overwhelming. The cream walls and carpet, and all white furniture, and of course the highly polished grand piano situated at the far end of the room.
“Dinner should be ready soon.” I said sitting on the soft white leather sofa, watching as he sat next to me.
“Thanks for having me over.” He smiled a bit, shifting closer to me, taking my hand in his.
“Thanks for coming.” I whispered, leaning forward, capturing his lips with mine kissing them gently. This of course led into more kisses, deeper kisses and before I knew it, Patrick was in my lap, arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me slowly. Right as I was marveling at just how heavenly his lips were I heard a soft cough.
“Dinner is served, sir.” One of the butlers said as I looked up at him, blushing slightly.
“Right. Thank you.” I nodded, smiling up at Patrick who was staring back at me agape.
“You have servants?” He exclaimed.
“Well…ya know…it’s a big house.” I said quietly, not letting onto the fact that I really kept so many around so that the house didn’t feel so empty all the time. “Hungry?” I asked quietly, hoping to change the topic.
“Yeah.” He smiled a bit, sliding out of my lap, standing up and fixing his shirt. I nodded standing as well, taking his hand, leading him into the formal dinning room. The maids had done an excellent job. The room was hardly ever used, but tonight it represented the most intimate atmosphere imaginable. The long table was covered with a simple white table cloth. The light from the chandelier hanging over the table was dim, and soft music was pumping from hidden speakers. The table was set for two, at the furthest end of the table, set up so we’d sit across from each other. In between the place settings were candles and a small arrangement of rosebuds. I led him down to the end of the table, pulling out his chair for him, smiling a bit before sitting in my own chair across from him. I watched as he took the napkin and set it over his lap, smiling a bit.
“This is…just…wow.” He whispered, shaking his head. I blushed deeply, wondering if I had gone too far.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean for you to feel awkward.” I jumped in.
“No...no not at all. It’s just…nobody’s ever done something so nice for me before.” He whispered with a slight smile.
I grinned, reaching for his hand over the table, kissing his knuckles lightly. I dropped it as the door from the kitchen swung open, and one of the many kitchen helpers came out, pouring us each a glass of dark wine, before disappearing through the door. I took the glass sipping it lightly, watching Patrick do the same. A minute later the same man came through the doors, carrying our first course. The dinner progressed like normal, four courses, a salad, a soup, an appetizer, and a main dish. The food was better than usual, or maybe it was the company. Either way the meal sped by, and before I knew it, it was over.
“So…” I said with a slight tremor in my voice. “…would you like to come upstairs?”
“Sure.” He smiled, and I knew he knew what I was implying. I nodded, standing up and taking his hand again, trying not to let on to how nervous I was. After all it was normally him who took charge, but now it was my turn. I hoped everything worked out like I had imagined [more times than I’m willing to tell]. I led him up the extravagant staircase, leading him down the long hall towards the master bedroom. I took a deep breath before I pushed the door open, smiling a bit as I took it all in, everything perfect. The maid had done an amazing job. The room glowed with the flickering light of the candles, which covered every nonflammable surface, and the air was thick with the scent of roses, thanks to the petals spread out over the bed, and surrounding it on the floor.
“Oh my God...” Patrick gasped quietly. “Oh my God!” He said again, as he stepped inside, turning and kissing me hard once he’d fully taken in the room. I smiled, pleased that he liked it, kissing him back gently.
“Love you.” I whispered, smiling a bit as he nodded, letting me lead him towards the bed. I grabbed the two bubbling glasses of champagne, handing one to him. “To…tonight.” I whispered, tapping my glass against his before sipping at the sugary sweet, fizzy liquid. “How about dessert?” I asked, setting the glass down.
“Sure.” He nodded, sighing quietly.
I grinned, stepping toward him, kissing those perfect lips once again, my fingers gently working at the buttons of his shirt, popping them one by one. “It could get messy.” I whispered between kisses. “Don’t wanna ruin your clothes.”
He smirked at this, nodding, starting to tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head just as I pushed his over his shoulders. I reached towards the nightstand where a small lidded pot sat over a single candle. I took off the lid and grinned. The chocolate inside was the perfect consistency. Melted, but not too wet. I grabbed for a bright red strawberry, dipping it carefully into the warm chocolate before pulling it back, bringing it up to Patrick’s lips. He took a bite, moaning quietly as he chewed the berry, swallowing it before taking another bite of it, eyes half closed as he savored the taste. When he was finished with the berry I watched him reach for a piece of fruit, grabbing a slice of pineapple and dipping it softly in the chocolate before bringing it up to my mouth, smearing some of the chocolate over my lips. He fed me the fruit carefully before leaning in, kissing me, sucking the chocolate from my lips. For some reason, the gesture was insanely erotic.
“Lay down.” I whispered, nudging him back on to the bed, admiring his body spread out over the rose petals and satin sheets for a moment before reaching to the tray, taking another strawberry, dragging it through the chocolate. I moved it gently to Patrick’s chest, holding it up so that the warm chocolate drizzled over his chest, thoroughly coating his pink nipples, letting some drizzle along his collarbone, and neck before pulling the berry up to my own lips, eating it slowly. When I was finished I bent forward, going about lapping the warm sauce from his skin, cleaning it thoroughly. He moaned softly, tiny, breathy moans, sliding his fingers through my hair as my mouth sucked the last bit of chocolate from his skin.
“Fuck…” He purred quietly. “Feels so good.” He moaned, sitting up a bit, kissing me gently, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me close. Again I get lost in his lips, kissing him until we’re both panting, and somehow we’ve both shed the rest of our clothing, though I can’t remember how or when it was.
“I’m not done yet.” I whispered in his ear, laying him back against the pillows. “Stay here.” He nodded and shifted a bit, getting comfortable, watching as I slid from the bed, going to the dresser, grabbing two of the little candles, bringing them back to the bed, setting them on the shelf just above Patrick’s head. I went and got two more before deciding that four was enough. Carefully I stood and pulled the black curtain around the bed shut, blocking out all the light except for the four candles overhead. I crawled back into the bed, kissing his lips gently, body hovering over his, knees straddling his hips.
“This is like…straight out of a gothic romance novel.” He purred. “And it’s so incredibly hot.” He added, smiling a bit, kissing my lips softly.
“Good.” I murmured, sliding a hand through his hair. I pecked his lips one more time before taking a small handful of the rose petals on the bed, dropping them gently over his body, spreading them from his shoulders down over his legs, watching each one flutter and then stop as it landed on his flawless skin.
“What’s this?” He whispered, looking up at me.
“Shh…just lay still.” I winked before sliding down his body, stopping at his ankles. I picked out a single petal on his leg, and I blew a soft stream of air at it, watching as it slid gently up his leg. I blew at it until it hit the curve of his knee, and slid off, fluttering back down to the bed. I moved to the other leg, doing the same thing, blowing at the petal until it slid softly down his inner thigh. I watched as light goose bumps spread over his skin at the light sensation combined with my warm breath. I moved up to a petal on his hip, blowing it sideways, watching as it slid down, caressing lightly over his balls, making him moan low from his throat.
“Peter...” He purred quietly as I blew a cool stream of air over his cock, tracing the way it curved up against his lower stomach, pushing a petal up onto his stomach. As I continued his moans got more and more desperate, taking on an almost pleading whine as I blew the last few petals off of his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him, a deep kiss full of passion. He kissed me back, harder, dragging a hand down my spine, pressing my hips gently down against his, both of us fully aroused.
“Peter.” He said again, looking up into my eyes, voice hushed. “Make love to me.” He whispered, and that’s all it took. My heart was pounding, my head spinning. Had he really just said that? I nodded slightly, pecking his lips once more, reaching up to the shelf that held the candles. I grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube, bringing them back down to the bed, setting the condom to the side. I took the bottle of lube, popped it open and poured some of the silky liquid into my hand, coating my fingers before reaching down, pressing one into him, quickly adding a second. He gasped, back arching slightly as my fingers worked, quickly locating his prostate, stroking over it a few times before pulling my fingers back. I grabbed for the condom packet, tearing it open, rolling it over my length before adding more lube as he watched moaning slightly. I smiled down at him before carefully pulling one of his legs up over my shoulder. I bet forward kissing him lightly before slowly pressing into him, sliding in with ease. I stopped once I was buried completely inside of him, kissing him over and over as I started to gently thrust in and out, hips barely moving. I felt his arms wrap around my neck as my mouth worked against his, his fingers pulling at my hair as I started to pull back a little further with each thrust.
“Patrick…” I gasped against his lips, my eyes falling shut, forehead resting against his as I started to thrust fully into him, still slow, enjoying the way he tightened around me each time I hit his prostate. “Fuck…so good baby…” I whispered, my lips brushing against his gently, hand snaking around his cock, stroking him in time with the slow thrusts.
“Oh…” He gasped quietly. “L-like that.” He pleaded. “Don’t stop.” And I didn’t. I kept moving, our bodies working together like a well oiled machine, only speeding up slightly when I felt him start shaking. I knew he was close by the way he moaned, fingers tugging harder at my hair, making me pant softly as my hips sped up more, still relatively slow, my hand stroking him gently, thumb dragging over the tip repeatedly. His body shook harder before tensing up, every muscle going rigid. I pried my eyes open to watch as his whole body shook a final time, before relaxing, spilling over my hand, moaning my name softly as he gasped for air, chest heaving lightly up and down. Watching him combined with the way he tightened like a vice around me as he came sent me spiraling over the edge, coming hard, thrusting gently as I filled the condom, slowing to a stop when I was through.
I collapsed softly onto his body, panting against his lips, kissing him gently, brushing his hair, damp with sweat, away from his eyes. I stared into the perfect hazel orbs, shivering as he spoke.
“I…I love you Peter.” He whispered.
I nodded gently. “I love you too Patrick…so much.”
I felt him smile against my lips kissing me as I carefully pulled away from him, parting the curtains a bit to discard the used condom into the trash. I grabbed a Kleenex, cleaning the mess on his stomach gently, tossing that into the bin before closing the curtains again curling up next to him. I wrapped my arms gently around his waist, stroking his hip, sighing quietly as I pressed my lips to his ear.
“Tell me why you work at The Jewel Lounge?” I whispered.
He stiffened a bit turning to look at me, chewing his lip gently. “My uhm…my mom…she kicked me out when I was seventeen when she caught me in bed with a guy.” He whispered, looking down, ashamed. “I spent three years living on the streets, working the street corners. It was rough, most of the men I slept with didn’t care what happened to me after they were through with me. They were rough. I was twenty when I started at The Jewel Lounge…and it was like a safe haven. A steady paycheck, a nice place, people who cared about what the clients did to me. There were rules. The streets don’t have rules.” He looked back up at me, eyes full of fear, as though nervous that his confession would scare me off.
“I’m…wow..” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be. Don’t be sorry. It’s what I had to do. I’m over the past now.” He smiled a bit. “I just…I hope it doesn’t effect how you feel about me.”
“Never.” I whispered, giving him a slight smile. “So tell me how you became a diamond boy?”
He smiled a bit. “Well you work your way up through the ranks. You have to go through each jewel level, spending a certain amount of time at each level, gaining a certain number of clients. Once you make it to Emerald status, it takes about a year, you start counting clients. One thousand different clients, twenty of which must be regulars meaning they come back to you at least twice a month. That takes awhile, six months to a year depending on how many clients you see in a night and how many days you work. Once you reach that mark, you become personal property of the owner for six months. You live with him at his house and you do whatever he wants, whenever he wants it done. If he wants coffee at three in the morning, you get up and make it. If he needs his house cleaned, you do it. When he comes home and is horny, you sleep with him. In return, at the end of the six months you become a diamond boy. You are guaranteed a job for as long as you want it, you get to keep more of the money you make, and you are given one of the better rooms at the Lounge.”
Peter nodded, almost impressed. “That’s…quite a system.”
Patrick shrugged, scooting closer. “I guess…but it’s worth it. The ends justify the means. ” He whispered, fighting back a yawn. “I..I wanna hear about you.” He whispered, eyes slipping shut as if preparing for a bed time story.
“Some other time. Maybe over breakfast tomorrow.” Peter whispered, pressing his lips against Patrick’s forehead. “For now, just sleep. Love you Patrick.” He whispered again, wondering if he’d ever get sick of the words.
“Love you too Peter.” Patrick smiled slightly against his chest, holding him a bit tighter, sighing quietly as he let himself remember what falling asleep next to someone was like, already anticipating waking up to that same person.
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