LOVER FOR PAY: The Escort & The Teacher (M/M)

by A. J. Blake

  Glancing down at his wrist as if he was wearing a watch, Marbell hummed, and said, “Jeez, I seemed to have lost track of time. I believe you are supposed to be-.”

  Marbell was cut off mid-sentence when London stole his tongue. He pushed Marbell back against the front door, pinning him there with his own body. Their tongues danced amongst one another, London not wasting time in lifting his shirt over his head. As Marbell’s hands roamed his inked skin, London softly bit down on the teacher’s lip, giving a pull that made his lover wince out in pain. “Ow!” Marbell hissed, stopping the moment.

  “Shit,” London worried, “I’m sorry. Was that too hard?”

  “No,” Marbell rubbed at his bottom lip, “It’s just...the other day...Vivian slapped me and kind of busted my lip a little.”

  “What the fuck? The bitch hit you?”

  Marbell tried to move around the subject, “Don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing London lightly along his jaw and neck. “I just want you to do to me what you promised.” Bringing his kiss back to pursed lips, Marbell slipped his tongue into London’s permitting mouth. “I want you to ‘fuck me good’, baby.”

  Angered that Vivian would put her hands on Marbell like that, London tried to bury the resentment away. He did not need any thoughts of her fucking up his night, and he wasn’t going to disappoint tonight or ever when it came to just how good he could make Marbell feel.

  Sweeping the teacher off his feet, London didn’t bother turning off the TV and carried his lover back to the bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, he set Marbell down in bed, unlacing the man’s shoes before tugging them off, as well as his socks and slacks. Left in his boxers, after his shirt was abandoned, Marbell leaned back on his hands and stared up at London.

  The tattooed boy ran his tongue over his teeth, as if thinking long and hard about the things he was going to do to the one lain in his bed. “Turn over,” he ordered, then.

  Not about to waste a second, Marbell did as told and turned onto his stomach. His body already tingled in expectation, his cock resistant against the firm mattress.

  London came down onto the bed, sat up on his knees and reached for Marbell’s boxers, pulling them down until they were trapped around the man’s ankles. He then moved his hands up the back of Marbell’s thighs, grabbing forcibly onto his perky ass. Kissing gingerly at the dimples curved into Marbell’s cheeks, London had the man come onto his knees a bit, his groin hovering a few inches from the mattress.

  Leaning off the side of the bed for a moment, London reached under the bed to withdraw a hidden box. Inside he kept toys he usually only used for himself, but he wanted to try them on Marbell tonight. Flipping the lid open, London took out three things, lube, a cock ring, and a vibrator that clasped around his index finger and thumb. With just the sound of Marbell’s eager breathing, London slipped the ring around the shaky man’s sack to prevent him from cumming too fast. He glossed his other fingers with a bit of lube and traced them down Marbell’s center, pushing them further into his heat to ready him for London’s entry.

  Stroking his fingers pleasurably in and out of Marbell’s being, London listened to the stuttering trembles in the teacher’s breaths, whimpers choked back into his own fist. Once he stole his fingers from Marbell’s ass, London came up on him, teasing his lover’s entry with the tip of his hard cock. He pressed an inch into Marbell, the tightness wrapping around him until he greedily pulled out.

  “London...” Marbell whined quietly.

  Having the teacher then lie down, face up on the bed, London pushed himself all the way in. He ran the vibrator up and along Marbell’s cock as he fucked into him, and once the vibration struck his prick, the man’s vocals shook in a breathy release. “Oh, fuck...” he let out.

  London gave a smirk as he let the vibrations remain, toying them down Marbell’s sensitive shaft on back up to his tip, the most responsive area.

  Pulling out slowly, London slammed back into Marbell, their skin smacking against each other. Marbell called out and curved his back off the bed, grinded down upon by London when he was driven back into, harder and deeper each time. When hooking the vibrator around Marbell’s prick, London grabbed onto the man’s thighs and dragged him onto his cock and into his lap. Marbell squirmed on him, filled completely and loving every second of it.

  London did not hold back for a moment as he rammed into Marbell. He lied back and let the teacher ride him, his grip so fixed that a chance of bruising was possible.

  Marbell had never been taken care of as good as he was being taken care of tonight. It was true London had been his first male lover, and only the second person he’d ever slept with, but in every which way London touched Marbell, from gentle strokes to dominate fucking, there was no part of Marbell’s body that ever went unsatisfied. The toys London used, the odd and arousing positions he was placed in, Marbell’s mind spooled through it all. They ended up on the floor after a while, on the dresser and against the closet, and from the closet, London picked Marbell into his arms.

  The teacher wrapped his legs around London’s waist, sweat trickling down his forehead as the inevitable climax held inside him worked its way up.

  London could feel it, too, as well as dozens of scrapes marking his back. They all stung immensely, but it only added a boost to the pleasure.

  With Marbell’s back against the wall beside the bed, London didn’t stop. Suddenly, however, he heard a light buzzing under the cries and moans leaving Marbell. London glanced down at the nightstand, Marbell’s phone was there flashing the name Vivian on the screen. A sinister leer pulled at London’s lips and he reached to unlock the phone, answering the call to the sound of Marbell’s not so quietness.

  London held his lover up and fucked harder and faster, Marbell’s body unable to take it anymore. “Uh, fuck!” he let out, “Ah, London...don’t stop!”

  “I love you so much,” London kissed against Marbell’s neck.

  “London...” Marbell’s moan was strident, “I can’t-.”

  He burst then, cum releasing from his cock as the vibrations sent him into desperate, uncontrollable spasms.

  Pulling out, London let out as well, the strength receding from his body entirely once he and Marbell collapsed back onto the bed. As they came down from the burst of euphoria under the sheets, London peered at the cellphone to find the call had ended.

  The bitch.

  She didn’t know who she was fucking with.

  XVIII – Warning

  Stood naked before London’s dresser, Marbell stared into the mirror hanging over it. His eyes traveled over the scar canvasing majority of his torso, catching sight of the hickies blotched along his collarbone as well. Meeting his own eyes then, he remembered how lifeless they used to be, stoic and impassive to just about anything. It was nice being able to look himself in the eye and not despise the human being looking back at him. Finally, after years of self-loathing, Marbell Matthews was content.

  6:30am and he had tutoring in an hour this morning before class. He’d woken up feeling revitalized and didn’t much want to leave the house, but teaching was his priority. Plus, he’d promised his students he’d be there.

  “You know what would look really good on you, right now?” London’s sleepy voice came from the bed, it was husky and tired, a tone deeper than it usually was, and Marbell thought it was a beautiful, sexy sound. He had his arms folded behind his head, the sheets from the bed covering just his groin. As London’s rippled abs rose and fell slowly with the movement of his breathing, thoughts of the night before refreshed in his mind. Part of him wanted to jump up and drag the teacher back to bed with him, but...they both had work.

  Marbell fixed the tilt of his glasses and touched at the burn on his chest. “What, a shirt?”

  “Heavens, no,” London said. He sat up and stood from the bed, the sheet falling from his naked form. When he was in front of Marbell, he dragged his fingers carefully down the man’s chest, the faintly rough surface of his skin not m
aking him cringe for a second. He pressed their warm bodies together, and an arousal sparked in his cock. Able to hear the stop of Marbell’s breath, he slid his hands down the man’s trim hips, and said, “Me. I would look good on you, right now. Or preferably inside of you,”

  Feeling the need for London to bend him over coming back, Marbell bit down on his lip when the tattooed boy’s hands squeezed a firm grip onto his ass, dragging their cocks together to inspire another round of fucking. “I would love to have you inside me again,” Marbell said, voice whispered as London traced the hickies he left behind with his tongue, “but I’ve got class soon.”

  “Fine,” London whined, “But you’re coming back after work, right? Please tell me you don’t plan on going back to your hellhole with that bitch.”

  Marbell felt the air coming back to him when London took a step away so their bodies weren’t touching anymore. “No,” he said, “I can’t go back there. Knowing her, she’d take so much anger out on me, and, honestly, I just wouldn’t feel safe if I did.” He began to move about the room, picking up his clothes from the floor to have them washed. “After school, I’m going to call my father to make an appointment with him. It’s time I tell him the truth no matter what he thinks.”

  London took the pile of clothes from Marbell and kissed his forehead. “I’m proud of you, you know that?” he said. “This can’t be easy for you.”

  It wasn’t, at all, for Marbell at least. He was so unnerved by the thought of telling his own father he was gay, but it was time and this had to be done if he ever wanted a peaceful life with London. And that’s exactly what he was aiming for. He wanted to build a new future with London, live together, eat together, sleep together, and ultimately be a family together. Never could he have comprehended the true power that love could bring to his life, but with London having entered it, even with the way he had, Marbell would not have any of it differently.

  He was in love with a beautiful young man, and it was about time he showed how much he meant it.

  After finishing a warm shower, Marbell got dressed in a pair of slacks and shirt that no longer fit London. When he had his tie and shoes on, he went out to the living room. London was in the kitchen in sweats and a t-shirt, his hair still drying from the shower they’d shared together. He was at the sink cleaning a set of pans he’d used to make breakfast. There was a single plate at the table with eggs, bacon, and toast, a tall glass of orange juice next to it.

  “Is this for me?” Marbell asked.

  London looked up from the sink as he dried the pans. “Well, I can’t have my man going off to work hungry, now, can I?”

  Taking a seat, Marbell, said, “You’re too much. Thank you.”

  “I love you too much.” London kissed the top of Marbell’s hair and went to wake up Henry for school.

  The teenager was wrapped up under his covers, headphones in his ears with music playing out. When London pulled the blanket down, Henry’s eyes fluttered open tiredly and he glared up at his brother. With a groan next, he turned over and pressed his face into the pillows. “Go away,” he grumbled.

  “Nope, get your ass up and get ready for school.”

  Henry sat up and tugged his headphones all the way off. Keeping his voice down to a whisper, he said, “Maybe if you and Mister Matthews didn’t keep me up half the night with your constant fucking, I wouldn’t feel like complete shit.”

  London rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, “Oops, sorry.” When Henry flopped back down and shut his eyes, London then snatched the blanket from him and threw it on the floor. “But that doesn’t excuse you from learning today. Maybe you should go to Marbell’s early tutoring class this morning.”

  Henry finally sat up and glared at his brother. He was about to open his mouth and let the first disrespectful thing he could think of out, but sucked it back in before it could pass his lips. In place of disregarding London, the way he usually did, Henry hoisted himself out of bed. “Fine,” he argued, “But in return for ruining my good night’s sleep with your hollering, I get to take the car out to the mall after school. There’s this new otaku shop that opened and I want to check it out with a couple friends.”

  London wasn’t bothered by it, “Okay, just don’t stay out late. It’s a school night, after all. Now, come eat some breakfast before you get dressed.”

  After Henry was up, London went for his sister’s room. Joyce was hung nearly halfway off the side of the bed, her head and arm dangling over the edge. Her covers were on the floor, and tons of her dolls were piled beside her like a shield to block the path to her closet. London snickered at her awkward sleeping position and hoisted her up. “Time to wake up, princess,” he cooed, “Got to get ready to go play with Misses Campbell.”

  Joyce began to stir and looked at her brother with barely opened eyes. “Cereal?”

  “Mhmm,” London carried his lazy sister to the kitchen. “Yeah, cereal first. Toys, later.”

  After settling Joyce in her own chair across from Henry, London went back into the kitchen to grab Joyce a bowl of cereal. When he looked back at the table from the pantry, his heart warmed a few degrees at the picture before him. Marbell was sat dressed for work, Henry beside him, and Joyce was playing with her bright red curls. Henry had a homework sheet from the day before out and was asking Marbell for a bit of help. London couldn’t help but smile at the aspect of a proper family seated in his dining area.

  With the plans in store for him and Marbell, London was sure that soon enough that’s exactly what they’d become. If Marbell wanted to, he could take them wherever he wanted, or they could stay right here in Texas, and everything would be just fine so long as they were all together. No matter the decision, London would be content with it.

  Once everyone had their breakfast, they were all out the door. London kissed Marbell goodbye, and told Henry to behave before the two were off. He took Joyce across the street to drop her off with Mrs. Campbell then, and headed to work after.

  It was a slow day, what with being the middle of the week. Wednesdays were always the worst. The shop barely got any customers at all except for the regulars that were still completing the antique arrangements for their homes. He was in the back for a couple hours repairing a few vintage armchair sets, when his boss, Charlotte, a middle aged woman, came to tell him she was going on lunch so he’d have to watch the front of the store until she got back. Relieving her, London stood behind the register for a while before busying himself with straightening here and there.

  Just when he thought he’d die of boredom in the lonesome store, the bell above the entry door rang and footsteps walked in. With his back to the door, London just called out with a kind, “Welcome to Charlotte’s,” and continued arranging porcelain dolls on the shelf.

  “Uh, fuck! Ah, London...don’t stop.”

  “I love you so much.”

  “London! I can’t –.”

  Hearing the recorded voices of himself and Marbell from the night before, London turned around to find Vivian stood near the register counter. She was dressed in a blue circle skirt with yellow heels, and a buttoned, white ruffled blouse. Her blond hair was long, straightened down her back, and a stern look of wrath wrinkled her forehead. Keeping her silence, she played the recording off her phone again, as if waiting for London to crack at the mere sound of it.

  “Uh, fuck! Ah, London...don’t stop.”

  “I love you so much.”

  “London! I can’t –.”

  Placing the last porcelain doll back on the shelf, London smiled to himself, “So you anticipated that I’d keep my word and documented my night of fucking ‘your husband’. Is you having our voices down at the moment of our orgasm supposed to scare me? Because, if that’s the case, all it’s doing it turning me on, chick.”

  Vivian dogged London darkly, “I can send this shit to Marbell’s father so fast, and all you can do is stand there making jokes? You’re either trying too hard to be tough, or you just don’t give a damn about what cou
ld happen to him if his father finds out.”

  London crossed his sturdy arms, and said, “Listen, Viv, can I call you Viv? You seem to not have taken the hint from the first time we met the other day. I’m not scared of you. Frankly, you could put a gun to my chest and I wouldn’t flinch. Trust me, I know of the things to be scared of in this world, and none of them are you and your fucking threats. Marbell, for one, doesn’t give a shit about what his father will think, if anything negative, about his relationship with me. But, if there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that I don’t think Senior Matthews is going to like it very much when he finds out some dumb broad has been ripping off his son for the past couple of years.”

  “You think you’re helping Marbell?” Vivian said.

  Before she could finish, London added, “I know I’m helping him. Getting him away from a parasite like you will be what’s best.”

  “All you’re going to do is ruin him!”

  “Fucking Christ,” London groaned, “How, Vivian, how am I possibly going to run Marbell’s existence into the dirt?”

  “First he’ll be out of a job,” she declared, “And once you bleed the rest of him dry, you’re going to leave him with nothing. What’s he going to have, then?

  London laughed aloud, “What is with you and money? Marbell doesn’t care about a multimillion dollar paying job if you haven’t gotten the hint yet. When are you going to understand that not everyone is obsession with making a buck? Shit, I only ever fucked for money to make sure I could take care of my family. Oh, wait, you don’t know how Marbell and I met, do you? I was an escort, Viv, and damn if he didn’t fuck me like a champion that night. I’ve been addicted ever since.”

  If Vivian’s malicious glare could shoot actual daggers, London would have been screwed. “You disgust me,” she said. “I won’t let you walk away with him. Once you’re out of the picture, Marbell will come running back to me.”

  “I’m sorry,” London stepped forward, “Are you threatening me, right now? You are just stacking up these criminal offences, aren’t you?”