Oh No, You Didn't! – AU series Part 3/10

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
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Alternate POV's
A/N:This is not a WIP. I'll be posting regularly.
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Part 3

Brian's POV

I'm sitting in the hotel lobby, staring at the huge revolving door that's facing the street. I could have waited in my room, but it doesn't feel right for some reason. I chug down another glass of JB with one gulp as I notice a young blond boy entering through the doors, smiling sheepishly at the doorman.

As the blond walks into the lobby I notice he's wearing a black wife beater, a short black leather jacket and a pair of skinny dark jeans. My eyes widen in surprised delight as I recognize the hustler as the same boy that I had seen at the dance club, and my cock twitches in anticipation.



The boy has obviously had quite a bit of experience in the field, because he notices me right away and tilts his head rather seductively.

"Hey," I say, as I get up from the chair in the lobby to walk towards him.

He nods quietly and allows me to lead the way towards the elevator.

Once we arrive at the suite I slide the key card in the slot and the door opens smoothly as I hear his breath quicken in reaction. Is it just me, or is the boy losing his composure?

"Come on in," I say matter-of-factly. "The bedroom is through there."

The blond follows me and takes off his leather jacket.

"Can I take a shower?" he asks without a flinch, throwing his jacket on the sofa.

I swallow hard. I actually wasn't expecting this but hey, if this is his way to do 'business,' then who am I to complain?

"Looks like you've had a rough night," I tell him. "Need help?"

He doesn't answer. He just keeps looking straight at me as I take my shirt off. He's much shorter than me which is quite surprising, because I usually go for the taller, beefy types.

I lower my head to look him in the eyes, and just like that I start undressing him. My fingers quickly unzip his pants and I pull them down to his ankles. I run my fingers across the fabric of his underwear, feeling his heavy balls encased underneath, then I move my palm slightly inside and cup them. He whimpers, but doesn't say a word. I grab his wife beater with my other hand and try to yank it off him. He lifts his arms and wiggles out of the tight-fitting, black garment. He's standing totally naked now in my arms as I slide my fingers across his incredibly warm, soft skin.

He then bends down and starts to lick my lower abdomen all the way up to my torso. His lips are far more skilled, but at the same time so unbelievably soft. He suddenly grabs my right nipple with his teeth and then wraps his lips around it in a long, sucking motion. Fuck! It's so damn hot. My dick starts throbbing. How fucking amazing would it feel to have this mouth around it?

I let out a low moan and grab a strand of blond hair as this talented kid moves on to lick and suck on my left nipple while his equally skilled fingers go deep inside my sweat pants to fondle my aching cock.

I respond right away and I swear I could get off right there and then and be done with it, slipping the boy 200$ in his pocket and sending him away into the night, but I can't. I try to hold back and restrain myself because I honestly feel I haven't even started yet.

"You said you wanted to take a shower, right?" I remind him as I lick my lips.

"Yes," he answers quietly. I don't even know the boy's name. I never care about these sorts of things. Or at least I never used to.

Justin's POV

Is this guy for real or what? Maybe it's the stuff the sleaze bag club owner gave me or the fact I had too much to drink tonight, but I don't think I've ever been so struck by a guy I was sent to 'entertain' before.

I think he's in his mid 30's and he's obviously filthy rich. I could smell it on his skin. He's also rather deliciously toned, but not too buffed and he's nicely tanned, which means he's got the time and money for this kind of shit.

I asked him to use the shower before we fuck which is something I've never done with a 'client' before, but I really felt incredibly unclean tonight.

"Fix you a drink?' he asks me as I enter the huge bathroom.

Fuck, yeah, what is this? I feel like I'm in one of those movies about living the high life in Vegas.

"Sure, make it a vodka tonic," I reply.

My phone rings just as I try to figure out how to operate the state of the art shower.

"Is everything okay, Justin?" Daphne sounds inquisitive on the other end of the line.

"Better than okay," I giggle at her in reassurance.

"Don't forget to bring me all the juicy details, J," she reminds me excitedly.
"And...Happy New Year!" she exclaims.

"Sure will and same to you, D," I answer.

Just as I hang up the phone the tall guy enters the bathroom, wearing a white bathrobe he didn't even bother to fasten around his waist.

"Champagne would be much more appropriate tonight, don't you think?' He asks in a sultry voice.

"Happy New Year," he whispers as he's moving closer to me, kissing me on my lips as he hands me a tall glass.


TBC…