Fic: Twelve Hours (H50 - Danny/Steve, NC17)
Title - Twelve Hours
Rating - NC17
Pairing - Danny/Steve
Summary - written for the H50 Kink Meme prompt:
Danny/Steve, prostitute!Danny. Steve is freshly back in the country and needs some "companionship".
Steve hires an escort to spend the night with him.
A/N - why am I incapable of writing short fics?
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Steve dropped his bag onto the floor of the hotel room and sat heavy on the edge of the bed. He was exhausted, the memories of the past weeks blurred hazy in his mind and right then and now he didn't want to remember any of it. The mission had been a success but reaching that success had left him empty and hollow.
He showered, washing away grime, dirt, sand, scrubbed himself until his skin tingled from over use of the flannel and water just a fraction too hot. For a long time he just stood under the pounding power of water and let it soak into him, like the water could chase away the pain just behind his eyes, in his knee, the knuckles of his left hand.
It was still early in the day and shutting out the brightness with curtains not thick enough to banish it, he crawled under the sheets and slept for several hours. Waking with a jolt it was darker now, he had to pause to remember where he was, to remember he was on down time. Nothing urgent to attend to, no contacts to be met. Rolling over he grabbed the phone, ordered a burger on the room service and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag.
He planned on spending his few precious days of freedom in bed, vegetising on bad tv and bad food. When the food arrived he found he was famished with hunger, eating it quickly, accompanied with a beer from the rooms fridge which he knew was going to cost him twice as much as going to a bar. He settled on the bed, tv tuned into some crap show that needed no brain power to watch. His head still hurt, his body ached and he was starting to get an itch, the kind that he could take care of himself but he would prefer someone else to help him scratch.
But there was no-one to call and the idea of going to a few bars, to try to pick up a potential 'one nighter' seemed like too much hard work. Sighing he tried to get a few brain cells in gear to concentrate on the tv but his cock was stirring, fingers itching and he felt a rush of loneliness he usually fought away when he was feeling so turned on he could fuck like there was no tomorrow. He walked over to the window, flung open the curtains and looked out into the night. The city had come to life in the darkness, bright lights inviting people to have a good time. The bar accross the street was already full of people, some of them spilling out on the sidewalk to enjoy the cool evening air.
Leaning forward Steve watched people, took in their forms, wondered what they'd be like to hold close. He really needed that kind of connection tonight, but still the effort of flirting, convincing them to come back to his room, it made his exhaustion shiver through his muscles. He needed someone to understand what he needed physically without him having to go through the rigmarole of 'getting to know you a little' drinks. His eyes settled on a corner in the distance, a few people standing in the half light of the street lights, cars slowly passing. Even the idea of wandering to a corner to pick up a prostitute seemed tiring a task. Turning he let sucked in a deep breath, prepared to throw himself back on the bed, jerk himself off and watch some bad tv movies until he fell back asleep.
The room's computer caught his eye and he had a momentary thought. Maybe he didn't need to leave his room to get what he needed. Instead of going to find someone to keep him company, he could just get them to come to him. He grabbed his own laptop from it's bag, turned it on and flopped onto the bed. He suspected the hotel computers would have certain security issues with the kind of sites he was planning on searching for. He wasn't even sure if it were possible to 'hire' an escort in so short a time, but he could waste away some time just searching any way and it wasn't like he had anything better to do expect give himself a hand job.
On a search engine he typed in 'escort services' with a roll of his eyes. He felt a little ridiculous but hit 'search' any way. Frowning at the list he decided perhaps adding in his location would help and typed in the area name also. Again a long list appeared, but more promising in their descriptions. Was he being too forward in assuming the people who 'escorted' a person to whatever event they chose, also 'escorted' them home? He returned to the beginning search page and tinkered with adding in words, 'dating', 'personal', hoping something would catch his eye. He checked out a few sights before he found one that verged on promising. Giving a small laugh he figured he could have jerked himself off several times by now, or walked up the street to pick up a hooker by the time he found someone to come to him. But he liked the idea of scrolling through images to get a feel for the kind of person who he wanted to 'accompany' him.
'All this for a roll in the sack?' he smiled, going through some of the profiles on the site. He clicked on the 'refine your search' button and thought about the kind of companionship he wanted. Blonde, blue eyed, muscular, stocky, mid thirties, male. Hitting 'search' he scrolled down the profiles for any one who caught his eye. The cursor hovered over one guy, a match to the simpleness of his search and something more, there was a glint to his eye and he had the kind of smile that was cheeky and knowing and not made just to impress the camera. The guy didn't present himself in a way to sell himself, in the other profiles the men evidently went for the 'model' pose where as this guys said 'this is me, take it or leave it'.
Steve clicked on his profile for more information. No name, but he was in the area. He wasn't a native of Hawaii and 'haole' came to mind as Steve skimmed the information on him. Stats to the right of the profile picture, some 'about me' underneath. Steve didn't really care, he just knew he wanted this guy, felt it deep in his gut this man would make an excellent candidate to warm him up. He gave another laugh at his own lust and shook his head, throwing himself back on the bed. Maybe he could just let his imagination run wild, jerk himself off while fantasising about this guy, then he wouldn't have to pay a fee or suffer the embarassment of having to pay someone for sex.
He gave a groan, thinking about the guy on the screen. Sex, he hadn't had sex for a long time. Too long. And he needed it. Needed to be fucked, that was definitely a itch he needed scratching for him. Just wanted someone to lay him bare and rut into him, make him exhausted from the mere pleasure and sensations sex could provide. Sitting up he read the finer details and noticed a small icon under the profile picture saying 'contact me'. He clicked on the icon and options came up, taking a chance, Steve hit the 'IM' option and paused with a frown. How the hell did he approach this subject? 'You around to fuck me tonight' didn't seem the kind of way to go about it, even if it was what he wanted.
Then again, this was all anonymous. This guy didn't know him, couldn't see him so if he weren't interested he could simply ignore the message or reply with a simple 'fuck off''. If that happened Steve planned on falling back on his 'fantasy jerk off' session instead. Licking his lips he typed in 'Hi, I'm looking for some companionship tonight and your picture and profile caught my eye. Interested?' and with a short intake of breath he hit send. Pushing the laptop away he let the breath out. Who knew how long it would take for a reply to come through. This was perhaps a stupid idea. Shaking his head he reminded himself he was a fucking navy SEAL, he'd been through months of hell and he needed to stop worrying about being rejected by someone he didn't even know.
A sharp 'bling' brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at the screen where the IM had popped up in response.
'What kind of 'companionship'?' the words said and Steve felt his stomach tighten a little.
"Kind that skips a dinner date and simple pleasantries' Steve typed, heart beating a pace faster than before. Well it was a step up from 'kind that has you fucking me'. Hitting 'send' he waited for a response.
'Cost you', came back the reply and Steve right then didn't care about the money. He'd read the small print, he could pay on card and it would appear on statements as some psuedo company name. Not that anybody saw his statements or he had anything to hide, but money wasn't a problem.
'How much?' he asked with a small smile, wondering just how long he could keep this guy around.
'Depends on how long you want me?' popped up the message.
'You pull all nighters?' Steve asked him.
'All night costs you the ususal fee plus forty per cent' he was informed. He did the math but it didn't really matter. He knew the guy was on board, readily available and if he got him for an hour or several he didn't care.
'Fair price,' Steve wrote back. 'If you can get here in half an hour'.
'That all depends on where you are, but as soon as you pay I will be on my way', came back the reply.
Steve paused, moved the cursor to the small 'payment' icon and let out a breath again, clicking onto it. It brought up a sepearate screen with details to enter his credit details. He returned to the IM.
'How do I know you'll show up after I've paid?' he asked suddenly suspicious.
'Read the details. You pay twenty percent now and the rest when I arrive at your door,' he was told. He scrolled through the details, did the math again and decided it was worth losing out on a little rather than a lot
'Paying now,' Steve informed him.
'Great, give me your phone number and I'll call so we can go through some details,' he was told, 'What's your name?"
Steve typed in his mobile number and name as a reply, then started entering his credit card details onto the secure site. It took a few minutes and the words 'payment processed' flickered up onto the screen. A new screen appeared, this time needing info from the 'escort' as well as himself. Sitting back Steve wondered what happened now, a few minutes later his mobile buzzed into life, a private number. Swallowing down he lifted it to his ear.
"Steve?"
The guy had a nice voice, friendly and smooth. Steve replied with an affirmative and the guy introduced himself as 'Danny'. Steve didn't ask him if that was his real name, told him his location and let him take the lead in laying out the details.
"So, what are you after tonight?" Danny asked him. "For an all nighter I'm guessing you want more than just a quick roll in the sack."
"Well, maybe we could take a break in between," Steve joked to break the ice.
"You want you moneys worth it may only be a short one," Danny replied with a tone full of promise. "Tell me what you want. Doesn't need to be heavy on the details but I like to know whats expected of me."
"I want to get fucked," Steve said, lying back on his pillows in thought. He wasn't going to play any games or act coy. He'd done the difficult part in actually hiring this guy for the evening and neither of them were in any doubt what tonight was about.
"Great start," Danny said and Steve knew he was smiling when he said it. He could hear the sound of traffic in the background and guessed Danny was on his way. "How do you like to be fucked Steve? What do you need tonight?"
"I like to be teased," Steve admitted. It was the kind of sex that led to fulfillment, after a long session of being teased and driven senseless with need of release. "Slow, deep. Kind of sex that grinds into a person, know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. You want that all night?" Danny asked him. "Because I can make that work. Get you all worked up and desperate for it before you even come close to release. Or we can get that out of the way and move on to other stuff. Maybe you need to be fucked more than once tonight. That what you need Steve? Have that ass used thoroughly."
"You're throwing too many options my way," Steve smiled. "Maybe I'll hire you tomorrow night as well."
"You got the money then I'm available," Danny informed him. "We can see how tonight pans out for you. You need me to change it up you can tell me. I'm pulling up to your hotel now."
"What about you? You need anything from me?" Steve asked him.
"It's your night, you call the shots. You need to fuck me, suck me off, you decide," Danny replied. "My pleasure is all yours. Be up in a minute. Bye."
Steve rolled off the bed suddenly and looked at his reflection. Smoothing himself down he moved the laptop to the desk and watched the door. For a moment he asked himself what the hell he was doing? Then he remembered what this 'Danny' looked like, and of the need to be held, even by a stranger, to be fucked by someone who maybe had fucked several different people that week already. He started when there was a tap on the door, evened out his breath and headed over to it, checked the spy hole just for a second before opening it.
They both sized each other up. Danny was better looking in person, standing with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips as he looked him over. He was shorter than Steve, but his self assurance seemed to give him height and he rocked on his heels.
"You gonna ask me in?" He asked and Steve stepped back to let him pass.
Danny turned to him as he put the 'DND' on the outside of the door and slid the lock into place. Steve turned round and held out a hand in greeting.
"Steve, hi," Steve said, chasing away nerves and replacing them with his own self assurance.
"Danny," Danny replied, shaking his hand before looking the room over. "You just passing through town?"
"Something like that," Steve replied as they moved into the main part of the room. "You want a drink?"
"No I'm good for now," Danny shook his head, checking his watch. "We should finalise the transaction. You still want me all night?"
Steve looked him over, wondered if he could get the guy to stay for the next two days. Something told him he was going to get his moneys worth and then some out of Danny. He nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Well, if we finalise the transaction now, you get me for twelve hours," Danny informed him. "Fair?"
"Fair," Steve nodded sharply.
Danny went over to the laptop, started tapping in numbers on the screen. "My ID, means the company knows I got here, the agreements have been made. You have any questions before we start?"
"No," Steve replied.
"Great, then if you put in your details the next transaction will go through," Danny pointed out. "Tomorrow before I leave there'll be a final transaction, means you don't pay in full until you get the full service you paid for. This your first time?"
"Using an escort service?" Steve said, tapping in his details onto the laptop.
"Hiring a prostitute," Danny shot back.
Steve looked at him sharply at that, the way Danny put it so bluntly. Danny shrugged and removed his suit jacket, he was it was and he wasn't going to deny it.
"Yeah, it is," Steve replied with a nod. "Am I that obvious?"
Danny gave a small smile and hung his jacket on the back of the desk chair. "Not obvious, just," he shrugged and looked Steve over. "Guess I've been in this game long enough I know the signs. Don't worry, once we get started it won't feel as weird. I'll make sure I leave here with you satisfied."
Danny moved closer to him, resting a hand on his arm and letting his fingers slide down to Steve's hand where they interlinked.
"Let's get you comfortable," Danny said in a soft tone, pulling Steve towards the bed.
Steve moved slowly, a little unsure now. What were the rules here? Danny noticed his slight nervousness and gave his hand a squeeze as he pushed him down onto the bed.
"If it helps, make something up in your head," Danny told him as he stood back a second, pulling off his tie, starting to unbutton his shirt. "You know, like we're two strangers who've just met in a bar and come back to a room to have sex. I'm the one night stand who just happens to cost a little more. You're allowed to touch Steve. I won't break."
He pulled his shirt out of his dress pants and peeled it off, revealing a muscular torso and defined abs underneath. Leaning down he moved to kiss him and Steve moved back a little in surprise.
"You don't want kissing?" Danny asked him, fingers delving down to pull at the material of his t-shirt, yanking it up. Steve lifted his arms and let him pull it off before smoothing his hair down.
"Didn't think kissing was allowed," Steve pointed out sheepishly.
"Everyone makes their own rules," Danny explained. "It doesn't bother me and I find it settles nerves. You'd kiss a one night stand right?"
"Yeah," Steve admitted, remembering the many he'd had over the years. Was this going to be his life forever. One night stands and maybe now and then the odd prostitute to warm his bed?
Danny gave a smile and leaned down again, moving to straddle him, knees either side of him on the mattress as he wrapped his arms around Steve's neck. Steve lifted his head and their mouths connected, slowly at first and he let his hands slide along the defined lines of Danny's back. It was tentative as they got to know each others touch and bodies. Danny was warm against him, his hold sure as he teased Steve's mouth with his lips. Steve parted his lips willingly, invitingly and Danny slipped his tongue inside, eager for more. He ground his hips down , creating the smallest amount of friction.
Steve raked his fingers hard down his back, his other hand roving up into Danny's hair. It wasn't too short, easy enough to run fingers through and Steve let them wrap into the blonde softness. Danny gave him a small push, enough to make him lie back. He stayed up on his knees, dug into his pocket and drew out a tube and condoms, tossing them onto the mattress. Steve gave them a fleeting glance and Danny gave him a wink and smirked as he started undoing his pants.
"Don't worry, I've got more if we need them," Danny assured him, pulling at his pants.
Steve lifted his hips and let him pull them off, noting Danny's impressed look when he found he was going commando. He had a fleeting thought wondering how impressed Danny would be with his physique. In his line of work, Danny would have seen all kinds of bodies, did he rate them? If he did, where did Steve rate in that list? Would he think anything of the cuts, bruises and wounds built up over the months, some of them fading and some still raw. Danny got his pants off and Steve dragged himself up the bed as Danny quickly shirked off his own trousers, climbing back onto the bed.
Steve didn't even bother trying to avert his eyes, greedily taking in Danny's entire form and suddenly desperate to feel him buried inside him. There was something about this man, something that made the itch inside him a little more intense with need. Danny was crawling up the bed and tapped at Steve's knee, Steve immediately spreading his legs to accomodate. Danny gave a smile, seemed to pick up on the fact Steve followed orders quickly, even silent ones.
"Remind me again," Danny said, settling between Steve's legs, breath ghosting over his cock. Steve swallowed down, couldn't remember the last time someone gave him a blow job. Even the idea of it made him hard as he looked down at Danny. "You said you wanted slow and teasing right? Is that only when I fuck you or -,"
As he spoke he ran a finger along the underside of Steve's cock. Steve swallowed down hard again, lay his head down on the pillow. Yeah, it had been too fucking long since he'd been with anyone, he needed this to be memorable. Even with a stranger, a man whose name probably wasn't Danny, who he was paying a ridiculous amount of money to spend twelve hours with him. Twelve hours to relieve him of the last twelve fucked up weeks of his life. He flung an arm over his eyes, he just needed right now, whatever Danny could give him.
"No, not just when you fuck me," he said letting out a held in breath.
Danny didn't need any more direction and Steve let out a small gasp as tongue slid all the way along his shaft from tip to base, lapping there all for a moment before sliding back to the tip again. He took in deep breaths, telling himself to enjoy this, that they had a few hours. It may have been a while but he had some restraint. He lay his free hand on Danny's shoulder as Danny rested an arm gently over his stomach. His other hand stole under his thigh, causing him to lift his leg and plant his foot on the mattress. Steve let out a soft 'fuck' as Danny took him into his mouth, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and just suckling there. It felt strange, intimate and he jerked his hips a little as tongue teased the slit. Danny's arm tightened a little over his torso to hold him steady, other fingers massaging at the curve of his ass.
Danny took him deeper and Steve dug his fingers harder into his shoulder at the feel. Danny took it slow like he said he'd needed and fuck he was good, if he was this good at giving head, what was he going to be like fucking him? Steve's cock stirred at the thought, Danny's mouth keeping it warm, lathering it with spit. Danny hummed and Steve wondered if it were from enjoyment or because he knew it would feel good for Steve. Danny settled into a rhythm, moving his mouth up and down, creating a soft friction, enough to keep him hard but hold him in a limbo as he built up the feeling of pleasure without the desperate need to come.
Steve let out a breath again, another 'oh fuck' and removed his arm from his eyes, reaching back instead to hold gently onto the underside of the headboard. He dared look down, biting down hard on his lower lip as his eyes connected with Danny's. They were watching him carefully, following every reaction. Pulling up and off him Danny gave a knowing smile and licked slowly down his cock again, mouthing instead at his balls. Steve felt the hint of teeth scraping at the sensitive skin and gave a small moan before Danny licked over his shaft again. He gave a final suck of the head before he started moving upwards, arms spreading to either side of Steve as he pulled himself up over him.
"I think we should get to scratching that itch for you," Danny said, leaning in close.
He ground his hips and Steve could feel his arousal pressing against his stomach. He sat up and straddled him, reaching out for the condoms and lube. Steve got there first, picking up a foil packet and ripping away at an edge with his teeth. Danny sat and smiled at him as Steve reached down and stroked his thick, hard cock as it jutted out from him. Rolling the condom on for him Steve let his fingers play for a while before Danny batted his hand away and moved to his side.
"On your front," Danny ordered and Steve didn't even think before he rolled over, following Danny's directions. "Hands and knees."
He raised himself up, jutting out his ass knowing how it looked to be so inviting and desperate. Danny repositioned behind him, pressing a slicked up finger to his ass.
"Been a while huh?" Danny asked as he slowly worked his finger inside.
"Yeah," Steve admitted. If you weren't counting the times he may have fingered his own ass on occasion he needed that extra bit of something, anything, to get off.
"Don't worry, I'll have you worked open and loose before I leave," Danny promised in a dark tone. "That what you need Steve? Need to feel your ass aching and used?"
Steve wondered again if he were that obvious, or if it was just Danny's experience talking. Or maybe it was just talk, something to set the mood to add to the physical sensations. Whatever it was Danny had hit the mark, it was what Steve needed, that physical remnant of having shared a bed with someone, had sex, to have been fucked thoroughly.
"Yeah, that's what I need," Steve said, voice shaking with the need of it. His hands sunk into the pillows, unable to get a proper grip as one finger became two and he let out a soft groan. "Fuck Danny."
"Getting there," Danny replied with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Steve would have smiled but the fingers in his ass were twisting and working him open. Instead he dropped his head and tried to remember when the last time someone had done this to him was. But his memory was hazy on the subject, it had been a one night stand, he knew that. On an occasion he'd actually bothered to trawl through bars in hopes of finding someone to spend the night with. He couldn't remember the guys name or what he looked like. The fingers pulled out of him and after a waiting few moments a different feel replaced them. Danny went slow but steady as he pushed in, breaching one ring then the next. Steve relaxed at the feel and let out a breath as Danny breached him.
Danny didn't say anything as he pushed slowly in, taking his time and giving Steve time to adjust. Steve moaned gently, feeling the tight grip of fingers digging into his hips to hold him steady. Danny eased in back and forth, each time going that little bit deeper and Steve could feel the stretch twinging his inner muscles into submission. It felt good, more than good, satisfying and they were only just starting. The night was going to be promising and right then he was desperate and famished, the taste of sex on his tongue like he was starving for it. It had a tint of bitterness, to be starving and begging for it from a stranger, but the positive side was no strings attached.
Danny was starting to move at an even pace now, creating the kind of feel Steve could lose himself in for a long time. Steve couldn't stop the moans escaping his throat, kind of sounds that proved his desperation and he felt a pang of shame at his wantoness. But it was chased away by the pleasure Danny was creating. Damn the man knew how to fuck, giving it to Steve with a slow, steady teasing pace that was going to drive him crazy. His fingers curled into the softeness of the pillow and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, at the back of his neck, his spine and thighs.
Danny wasn't vocal as he fucked him, maybe it was just an intimacy too far, maybe it helped him stay disconnected. Or maybe Steve had to ask. The silence was strange and Steve couldn't quite conjure up that image of them being two people who'd met in a bar. A stranger would make noise, but this stranger was a man paid to give a client what they needed. Was there any enjoyment in this for Danny at all?
Steve gasped and shuddered as Danny picked up the pace, just a little, enough to clear his mind of every thought other than voicing his opinion of 'feels. fucking. good.'. He dropped his head down, bent to his elbows and wiped his brow on the edge of the pillow. Danny's hand slid onto the bottom of his spine, holding him steady as he adjusted his own position, creating a better angle to thrust into.
"Ah fuck, yes," Steve stuttered out slowly. "Just like that."
Fuck he needed this to last. Danny was definitely hitting the spot and he wanted to stay riding the high. Danny stuck to the menu, kept it slow enough to drag out the pleasure, a teasing, mind blowing rhythm that made Steve's fingers itch. He lifted up enough to start sliding a hand down underneath himself to grasp his own cock but Danny moved quicker, grabbed his wrist and forced it back onto the pillow. As he settled his weight more firmly onto him, stretching himself out and using the angle to create short, shallow thrusts he whispered out an order.
"Not yet," he told him in a voice too in control for the kind of fucking he was doing. "I'll take care of you when you're ready."
Steve heard a soft thud and figured Danny had reached out with his other hand to grasp the headboard, giving himself more leverage. He used the angle and new position to piston his hips back and forth and Steve kept his hands where they were. He tried to ignore how much of a turn on it was to be in this situation, Danny so in control, giving the orders. Steve knew he was being too compliant but after weeks of leading a team, making the rules, taking command, it felt good to let go. Even if just for an hour or so. Out of control and having his needs taken care of. Wasn't it what he'd asked for?
Danny may not make noise but Steve could hear him breathing, heavy and gasping as he worked his body. He attacked his work the same way any one who wanted to prove their worth and Steve couldn't fault his technique. Still it was too quiet and Steve's ears thundered from the silence, but he reminded himself what this was. What they were doing and who this man was. This wasn't special, intimate yes, but only a physical act to relieve himself of weeks of stress.
Steve pushed up on his hands a little, stretching his arms as he arched under the power and thrust of Danny's hips. He pushed back wanting to feel the shift and slight discomfort of being taken hard and deep. Danny wasn't moving fast but he made every forward thrust count in teasing Steve's body and mind. Danny pressed close, Steve felt the curve of his defined abs pressing against his spine as he reached under him, took him in hand. Steve pressed back into the connection, threw his head back feeling Danny's breath heating up the skin just under his ear. Fuck what must they look like? he wondered.
Danny's fingers started pumping him quick even as his hips stayed at their steady rhythm. Steve's breath hitched from the combination, unable to keep up with one or the other and at Danny's complete mercy for now. How could he be so trusting of this stranger? He didn't trust people, he'd spent months distrusting contacts, there was always something suspect just out of reach of his knowledge of the person he was involved with in missions. Sometimes things just didn't weigh up. But here he was, being fucked out of his mind by a complete stranger he'd hired on the internet.
He let out a strangled gasp as Danny's mouth turned, licked just under his lobe before lips clamped down with a soft touch. Danny's fingers were driving him fast over the edge as his cock continued to drive him out of his mind, buried deep inside him. Steve couldn't do anything but stay still and take it all. He sensed Danny was getting close also and even though he was wearing protection, the idea of him reaching that edge still buried deep in him made Steve moan loud and low.
Danny must have known it too because he started fucking into him faster, matching the rhythm of his hips with his hand and Steve flew apart from it. The orgasm hitting him with a sudden rush that had his body squirming and jerking as he saw bright flashes of light, eyes squeezed shut. The hand wrapped round his cock milked him dry as he felt Danny shift, beginning to withdraw. With the last of his energy Steve reached back a hand, fingers smoothing over a strong thigh, sheened with sweat.
"No, come on, want to feel you," Steve gasped out with a groan.
Danny didn't say anything but pushed in again, thrusting his hips and Steve groaned from the sensitivity. It didn't take much more for Danny to reach his orgasm and he gave small, shallow thrusts like he could burrow right into Steve as he came. Steve listened to the satisfied grunts as Danny reached his peak, his hips pistoning as he rode the pleasure until the wave receded and eventually he pulled out with a careful attention.
Steve collapsed onto his stomach, a definite wet spot under him making it uncomfortable and he was glad they could deposit the top sheet before they slept. Danny slinked off the bed without a word and dissappeared into the en suite, hands at his cock to remove the condom and clean himself up. Steve didn't want to move, boneless for a time and satisfied and yeah, it may be a stranger but one that had taken care of what he needed. He watched the bathroom door until Danny reappeared, cloth in hand that he threw to Steve with a small smile.
"How am I doing so far?" Danny asked as Steve rolled over onto his side, wiped down his torso lazily.
"Fucking fantastic," Steve admitted, frowning over at him. "How is it your free tonight? I'd imagine once people have a taste of what you do, you'd be fully booked for months in advance."
Danny gave a small laugh, helping Steve peel away the top sheet of the bed before they lay down together, untouching, keeping to their own sides of the bed.
"I'm not exactly cheap," Danny pointed out. "And I'm new to the company, still building up my regulars. It takes time."
"Well if I'm ever back in town I may be giving you a call," Steve sighed happily.
"You really are a satisfied customer," Danny said, turning to look at him with a curious look. "Shouldn't you wait to see how the next few hours play out before you say that. I may dissapoint in the second act."
"Doubtful," Steve replied shaking his head with a smile. "I only get a second act?"
"I'm not an energizer bunny," Danny laughed.
"I paid an extra forty per cent," Steve said with a grin.
"Then I guess I should refuel quickly," Danny yawned. "How do you want it next time?"
"Do you always plan in advance how you're going to fuck someone?" Steve asked, curious about this mans life as a high end prositute.
"I like to leave my customers satsfied," Danny shrugged. "Isn't it better if you can tell a person just what you need so that can take care of that need for you? No awkwardness, no embarassment - just straight forward 'this is how I like it'."
"Yeah I guess," Steve said with a nod, understanding in a sense. Plus he supposed it helped Danny keep it as a job rather than something more.
"So-?" Danny pressed. "Need me to change it up?"
"Let me sleep on it," Steve yawned, satisfied for now and not really caring how he'd next be fucked, or fuck right at that moment. They had hours ahead of them and he planned on using them wisely.
Danny shrugged and curled an arm under his head with a sigh. "It's your money."
"Isn't it techincally your money?" Steve pointed out.
"Only half," Danny retorted. "Until I leave in the morning. Mind if I have that drink now?"
"Help yourself, fridge is stocked," Steve told him, curling onto his side.
He followed Danny with his eyes as he rolled off the bed and walked to the fridge, pulling it open and bending down to look at it's contents. Steve appreciated the view and for a few moments drifted into the lazy fantasy that Danny wasn't a prostitute he'd just hired but a long distance lover he was spending a few hours with. He blinked finding Danny looking round at him with a questioning look.
"What?" he asked quickly, brushing aside the silly fantasy life in his head.
"I asked if you wanted anything?" Danny repeated, a mini bottle of scotch in his hand.
"No thanks," Steve replied, turning onto his other side away from the man like somehow not looking at him would change things.
He drifted off to sleep for a few hours, waking at the sound of yelling from outside on the street. One of the side lights was still on and he bolted upright at the noise, like he was on high alert, heart racing until he assured himself everything was okay. He walked over to the window, the curtains still pushed aside and watched a couple arguing on the sidewalk. They'd come out from the bar and evidently some personal argument was happening as a couple of police officers appeared to try and calm the situation.
"Too much to fucking drink," Danny observed from the bed.
Steve watched the couple be ushered away from each other before he turned his back to the scene. Danny was lying on his side, watching him carefully and he wondered if he'd woken him when he'd awoke with a start or if Danny had been awake the entire time. The mini scotch bottle stood on the side cabinet, empty. He fleetingly wondered where Danny lived, if he had a family and if they knew he lived this kind of life to get by.
"Come back to bed," Danny invited, eyes attentive on his body as he sat up a little more. Steve moved over to him, Danny reaching out a hand to brush over his thigh gently, rubbing round to his ass and playfully squeezing. "You decided what you want from me yet or should I surprise you."
"I want to blow you," Steve told him, pulling at his arm as and urge for him to sit up and start. "Until your ready to fuck me hard again, fast this time."
He caught a fleeting look on Danny's face, questioning him, wondering why he needed it so rough. But it dissappeared quickly and he figured it was because Danny didn't need to know the answers, he just needed to do his job. He swung his legs off the edge of the bed and invited Steve closer until he could get to his knees at a suitable distance.
It had been too long since Steve had blown anybody. He didn't take time in careful teasing, a hand resting on Danny's thigh as he leaned his head down, other hand grasping the base of his cock as he sucked the head between his lips. Danny let out a huff of breath but said nothing, leaning back on a hand to give Steve better access, the other hand resting gently on his shoulder. Steve set the pace slow at first, getting familiar with the feel and taste of cock again. How it worked his jaw, concentrating on taking more in on the downslide, tongue pressing up as he pulled back. Danny made no sound, not even a moan and Steve chanced a glance up but Danny wasn't watching him. Instead his head was back, eyes closed and he kept his breathing even. Just another night on the job for him. His fingers tickled Steve's skin in small circles but he made no sign or effort to show more enjoyment, though evidently Steve was doing a decent enough job considering how hard he was becoming in his mouth. As Steve's jaw began to ache from it's use, Danny gave his shoulder a squeeze.
"You want me to fuck you, you'd best stop now," Danny warned him and Steve took it as a small sign of victory that he sounded wrecked already. He pulled off his cock, leaving it wet with saliva as he sat back on his heels.
Steve looked up at him, giving his own cock a tug as he watched him gather some self control. "Where do you want me?"
"Bed," Danny said, standing up, gripping his own cock and stroking himself as he grabbed another condom. He tossed the lube to Steve as he clamoured back on the mattress. "Choose a position and get yourself ready."
There was something of a command in the way he said it, a kind of tone that sent shivers up Steve's spine as he grabbed the tube and slathered the sticky substance onto two digits. Danny watched him as he lay back, lifted a leg and teased his entrance before breaching himself. He was already still loose and open from the last fucking and it didn't take much to work in the fingers, biting on his lip as he worked his hole for a minute or so. He watched Danny as he took up the lube himself, dropped a little on his cock and smoothed it over the latex. Satisfied they were both ready, Danny slapped his hand away, got his ankle up on his shoulder and guided his cock to Steve's waiting entrance.
"Fast and hard huh," Danny questioned, sounding too calm and collected for someone who'd just been blown and was about to fuck somebody.
"I want it filthy, dirty," Steve muttered, something about the idea of it sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't looking for soft caresses tonight, nothing could comfort him, but rough and dirty felt better than feeling nothing at all. At least it made him feel, left a lasting ache he could hold onto for a couple of days.
Danny didn't wait for any other invitation and not giving Steve much time to accomodate as he pressed inside. Steve gasped, closing his eyes and arching his head back at the feel, the slight pain and grind as Danny stretched him open. The bed dipped as Danny leaned on a knee, pressing in, other foot still on the floor to brace himself as he slid to the hilt.
"Okay?" Danny asked him, like a courtesy pause before he began.
Steve opened his eyes but didn't look at him, focused on the ceiling and walls as he gave a slight nod. "Yeah, yeah."
Danny took that as the green light to go and started moving, slow at first to get the angle just right before he really got into it. He reached down a hand, settling his weight right onto Steve's shoulder and started moving his hips fast, pounding him. Steve gasped at the feel, started moaning at each thrust as his whole body rocked, fingers scrabbling for a hold in the bedsheets. He squeezed his eyes shut, allowed the overwhelming feeling wash over him. Danny didn't hold back in giving what he was asked for, still silent in it's application. Steve couldn't keep quiet, no words but moans and cries forced out of his throat and chest with the pace Danny set.
Danny's weight pinned him to the bed, fingers digging in and taking hold around his shoulder. The pace turned to a steady rocking motion as Danny took a moment to get his breath and Steve forced himself to look up at the man. Danny's eyes were like a hawks, watching him carefully, taking in every expression, every sound as in consideration of just how rough he should get. Steve wondered what else he saw? A man so desperate for companionship he paid for sex? Someone chasing away the last few months of their lives by creating a new kind of pain to latch onto? Was Danny that smart? Chances were he didn't give a fuck as long as he made his money.
Steve reached up a hand, pressing it to the firm, broad chest that hovered over him. Danny pressed down into the touch, Steve could feel his heart beat, thrumming quick from the exertion of his body. Danny used the action as more leverage to start picking up the pace again and Steve grunted, moans and groans becoming constant again as Danny fucked him fast and hard. He didn't pause or let up despite the noises Steve was making, Steve guessed unless he said stop Danny wouldn't. Steve didn't want him to. His ass felt raw from the fucking, sensitive and aching.
He took himself in hand and he caught the flicker of Danny's eyes down to where he grasped his cock. Copying Danny's rhythm it didn't take him long to get close and Danny locked eyes with him again, drove him to the edge. The orgasm hit before Steve was fully concious of it, toes curling, thigh muscles tense as he jerked up into his hand. Danny stopped completely and pulled out before he could urge him on to continue, instead rolling off the condom quickly and leaning forward, hand gripping his own erection. Steve had asked for dirty, filthy and lowered his leg from Danny's arm to around his waist, pulling him closer. It only took a few pulls and Danny shot his load over his stomach, a small grunt and escaping gasp the only sound he made to prove it.
Sighing Danny managed to situate himself on his back beside him as they both caught their breath. Steve stared up at the ceiling, taking in the ache of his ass, wondering how he'd walk or sit straight in the morning. It didn't take Danny long to recuperate and he sat up, gave him a side glance.
"Perhaps you should shower," he said, pointedly looking at the cream painting Steve's belly.
"Yeah," was all Steve could reply, still trying to get his brain in gear. He was tired, dog tired. And satisfied.
He didn't shift and they stayed silent for a time, until he forced himself to sit up also. He realised that the sound of the city had fallen silent. The bar had closed, it's patrons dirfted home for the rest of the night. Standing on slightly shaky legs he went to the bathroom, ran the shower and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. The bags under his eyes hadn't receded any, the few lingering bruises on his face, neck and arms hadn't faded. He'd only been back a few days and yet the night had seemed to last forever. In a matter of fact he still had a few hours of Danny's company to enjoy.
But all he wanted to do was sleep and he quickly showered, mainly to wash the come from his skin and he turned the water onto cool to ease the heat from his body. Toweling down quickly he left the room to find Danny lying on the bed, looking languid and dozing. As he approached the bed Danny sat up, looking up at him.
"Mind if I jump in?" he asked, head jerking towards the bathroom.
"'Course not," Steve shrugged with a shake of his head.
Danny got up and crossed the room, barely looking at him as he went into the bathroom and closed the door. Steve lay down on his side of the bed, arms pulling down a pillow to curl into. He wanted to wait until Danny came back to the bed but closing his eyes he couldn't fight the tiredness and didn't hear the man come out of the shower.
Daylight woke him, assaulting his senses and he groaned, burying his head deeper into the pillow. But once awake he'd always found it hard to go back to sleep and with a grunt he lifted his head to try and focus on the clock by the bed. It was still early, though in all honesty he had nowhere to be any time soon. His body ached in the kind of way that was satisfying and he rolled onto his other side, half surprised Danny was still present. Danny had pulled the sheets up over the both of them and lay on his back, a hand lightly gripping the edge of the sheet to his stomach. He didn't have long to stay.
Steve got out of bed, took a piss and splashed cold water over his face, brushing his teeth and feeling all the more awake because of it. Danny was still asleep when he returned to the main room and Steve busied himself making a coffee from the free condiments provided, stomach rumbling for food. As the kettle came to full boil he caught Danny stirring awake on the bed, forhead crumpling into a frown of annoyance like he was being forced to wake up. Steve found it was a rather cute look for the man and turned back to his coffee to hide his smile.
"You want a coffee?" Steve asked over his shoulder, listening to the creak of the mattress as Danny shifted.
"Yeah, thanks," came the mumbled reply. "Black, one sugar will be fine.
Steve fiddled with the small pouches and listened to Danny moving about the room, a habit borne of his training. The bathroom door closed, toilet flushing, water running. He set the cups on the desk and grabbed the room service menu as the door opened again.
"I'm gonna order breakfast, what do you want?" he asked as he settled into the desk seat.
"Nothing, I'm good," Danny shrugged with a shake of his head.
"Have something," Steve urged, eyes reading through the food and stomach rumbling for everything. "We've worked up an appetite."
"You got me for another few hours," Danny pointed out to him as if Steve was unaware of the fact. "You want to waste it eating breakfast?"
Steve looked over at him, Danny was looking at him curiously, like he was confused. Steve guessed Danny wasn't usually invited to eat breakfast with his clients. All work and no play. An all night fucking session had been attractive several hours ago but the itch had been scratched and Steve didn't want to go another round. He wanted to eat and he liked the company.
"Yeah, I do," Steve nodded. "I'm ordering, so have breakfast with me."
"Your money I guess," Danny shrugged. "I'll have the special."
He picked up his clothes and started dressing as Steve placed the order. Danny sat down opposite him, pulling his coffee close and sipping it slowly as Steve got dressed himself. Steve paused by the window and looked out at the street. Businesses were starting to open and the traffic was building up as people raced to work. He checked his watch, the clock and his phone in habit of making sure everything ran smoothly and on time. It was his final day of downtime and he'd be receiving new orders soon for god knew where. He'd be grateful if his next mission wasn't as fucked up as the last.
"Your coffee is getting cold," Danny said, breaking through his thoughts.
Turning he smiled, pulling on a clean t-shirt and sitting back down, enjoy the aching reminder of their nights activities. Picking up his cup he drank back a mouthful before setting it back down and looking over at Danny. He couldn't help noticing Danny kept glancing at the time, as if he was counting down the minutes to leave.
"Got somewhere to be?" Steve asked. He'd meant it as a teasing, playful remark but even as he said it he could hear the tone. Like he expected Danny's full attention until his hours were up.
Danny's eyes flicked over to his, before he hunched over his coffee, staring down at the table with a resigned look on his face as his fingers played with the handle of his cup. Steve couldn't be sure but he thought he heard a 'sorry' whispered out before Danny took another drink. He'd made this awkward, he'd hired Danny for a purpose and now he was making it something else. A companion to share his bed was entirely different to someone keeping him company over breakfast. But then Danny was an escort, he was used to keeping people company and why shouldn't Steve expect that little bit extra performance from the man? He'd paid the extra forty per cent.
"Your new to the area?" Steve asked as he thought back over the hours they'd spent together and trying to make idle conversation.
"Huh?" Danny asked, blinking and looking at him like he was being drawn from his own thoughts.
"You said you were new to the agency," Steve pointed out, recalling the conversation. "Are you new to the area?"
"Yeah," Danny nodded quickly. "Only been here a few months. And you're just passing through?"
"Something like that," Steve acknowledged with a nod. "You been doing this long?"
He didn't know why he asked, wasn't surprised when Danny shot him a withering look before countering with questions of his own.
"What is it you do?" Danny asked him in return.
Steve swallowed down, kept tight lipped. Navy SEAL always sounded so important, dignified, impressive. Until you got into the details. He thought back to a week ago, hidden by darkness with a team of four, silent, waiting, watching a plane land in a 'convinient' space for an emergency landing. Five men had gotten out, none of them had taken more than a few steps from the plane before they dropped to the ground dead. He'd been in and out of the mission within seven hours, the asssasination had been neccessary. Didn't make it feel good. You learned to cut yourself off from the emtoional pull of missions, but there was always a piece of you that became numb. From five dead men he'd been deployed immediately in another part of the world tracking a hostile. He was proud of his acheivements, his career, but it didn't make the reality of his job any less of a bitter pill sometimes.
"I travel," he said after the long pause. He could see Danny knew he was hiding something, but the man didn't press for information. He knew what it was like to keep secrets.
A knock on the door interrupted any further awkward conversation and over breakfast they chatted about sports, the local news and a brief interlude into politics where they discovered a mutual agreement over the state of the country and the world. For a short time they were like a normal couple chatting at the start of the day. Danny sat back with a sigh, looking over at him with a small smile and glanced at the clock again.
"Got forty minutes," he said with a suggestive smile.
"My mother always told me not to do any strenuous activity after a meal," Steve teased with a smile as he drank down the last of the orange juice.
"Your choice," Danny grinned. "I will point out that I can be gentle."
"Do you ever get tired of it?" Steve asked him suddenly.
"Fucking?" Danny replied matter of factly. He let out a laugh and gave a small shake of his head. "Do you?"
Steve accepted the question was stupid, but then he didn't fuck for a living. Danny did. That made a difference.
"You must get clients that you'd rather not sleep with right?" Steve said to him.
"Yeah, of course," Danny agreed with a small smile. "But every job has its downside? They are few and far between thankfully. If you handle the situation right tends to be they won't ask for you again. Once you build up a clientele of regulars you get to pick and choose who you take on. Until then you take chances."
"Bit of a danger taking chances in what you do," Steve said, thinking over the many dangers Danny probably faced in his line of work. People were unpredictable.
Danny shrugged and sighed. "It's part of the job."
They fell silent and Steve toyed with the paper napkin until Danny leaned forward. "You got thirty minutes."
"You seem keen to leave," Steve replied but he smiled.
"Actually it's more of an encouragement to you not to waste your money," Danny said, pushing his chair back and standing. "But hey, if you want to finish over breakfast and a coffee, that's fine by me. What's early morning tv like these days?"
Steve laughed, standing and rounding the table to him. "You mentioned gentle right?"
"Sex isn't always just about the fucking Steve," Danny reminded him. "Though in my line of work I guess it tends to be that way."
"You eager like this with all your clients?" Steve asked as Danny slipped a hand under his t-shirt to rest on his firm stomach.
"Just the ones who pay the extra forty percent," Danny laughed, looking at him with eyes that said there were other reasons but he wasn't going to voice them. "Come on, times a wasting."
"So you keep telling me," Steve said, letting him pull him to the bed. "What do you have in mind?"
"You call the shots remember," Danny reminded him with a shake of his head.
"You said gentle," Steve retorted as he sat down, pulling Danny down to him as he lay back, Danny's knees either side of his hips as he held himself up with an arm.
"I was just pointing out my many possibilities," Danny said with a small smile.
"No, gentle is good," Steve assured him with a nod. "No fucking though, think I'm satisifed in that department."
"Hand job it is," Danny smirked, pushing up his t-shirt further. Steve grabbed the hem and yanked off over his shoulders as Danny started on unzipping his pants. There'd been little point in getting dressed. Still he lay still, a hand running lazily up and down Danny's arm until Danny grasped his cock gently.
Danny, satisfied on the hold, leaned down for a kiss and Steve put a hand behind his head, closing the gap as he pulled him in. Mouths connecting, the kiss was slow, gentle as Danny started a lazy pull and drag of his cock. There didn't seem any rush and Steve felt himself growing hard from Danny's soft touch, enjoyed the slight weight of the mans body against his. Danny's tongue worked gentle against his, stealing away any soft moans of enjoyment and yeah, this had definitely been worth the money Steve told himself. He'd gotten off twice already in a night and this last time wasn't going to be spectacular, but it was satisfying enough.
He started thrusting up into the tight connection of Danny's fingers, a hand on the mans hip where he knelt over his body. He knew he should return the favour but part of him selfishly kept his hands at bay and reminded him he'd paid for this kind of experience. If Danny wanted to get off at the same time then he was free to work himself out of his pants and jerk off at the same time. But Danny's free hand stayed bracing himself against the mattress as they kissed, the other keeping the rhythm constant as he made a tight 'o' with his fingers and squeezed up and down his hard shaft.
Steve broke off the kiss as his chest started to tighten, closing his eyes and laying his head back instead so he could just feel. He felt lips pressing against the hollow of his throat and travelling up over his jaw, along to his ear where Danny's breath tickled against his lobe. They stayed like that for a long minute, his own breath starting to hitch as Danny drew him closer to the edge.
Steve tightened his grip around Danny's arm, feeling the muscle flex and un flex with every move of his hand and gasped out a 'yes, fuck yes' in a low hum of a whisper. He was close, so close and ready to fall as Danny drew back a little. Steve opened his eyes, finding him watching him, eye intent in seeing him lose it. Steve lifted his hand and wrapped it round Danny's neck, locking eyes with him and desperate for the end.
"Fuck I'm close," he whispered and he thought it maybe sounded like begging for it to end.
Danny didn't change the pace or tighten his grip, let him find his own way. It took another long minute before it finally came and Steve thought maybe he was going to remain in a limbo forever. When the orgasm hit he was moaning, small, intermittent grunts and Danny didn't blink as he came, working his hand as his cock spasmed and liquid streaks hit his stomach. He removed his hand once he started coming down from the pleasure but didn't shift until his breathing evened out and he let go of him.
Looking up over their heads Danny smiled and looked down at him.
"Times up."
~fin~
Rating - NC17
Pairing - Danny/Steve
Summary - written for the H50 Kink Meme prompt:
Danny/Steve, prostitute!Danny. Steve is freshly back in the country and needs some "companionship".
Steve hires an escort to spend the night with him.
A/N - why am I incapable of writing short fics?
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Steve dropped his bag onto the floor of the hotel room and sat heavy on the edge of the bed. He was exhausted, the memories of the past weeks blurred hazy in his mind and right then and now he didn't want to remember any of it. The mission had been a success but reaching that success had left him empty and hollow.
He showered, washing away grime, dirt, sand, scrubbed himself until his skin tingled from over use of the flannel and water just a fraction too hot. For a long time he just stood under the pounding power of water and let it soak into him, like the water could chase away the pain just behind his eyes, in his knee, the knuckles of his left hand.
It was still early in the day and shutting out the brightness with curtains not thick enough to banish it, he crawled under the sheets and slept for several hours. Waking with a jolt it was darker now, he had to pause to remember where he was, to remember he was on down time. Nothing urgent to attend to, no contacts to be met. Rolling over he grabbed the phone, ordered a burger on the room service and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag.
He planned on spending his few precious days of freedom in bed, vegetising on bad tv and bad food. When the food arrived he found he was famished with hunger, eating it quickly, accompanied with a beer from the rooms fridge which he knew was going to cost him twice as much as going to a bar. He settled on the bed, tv tuned into some crap show that needed no brain power to watch. His head still hurt, his body ached and he was starting to get an itch, the kind that he could take care of himself but he would prefer someone else to help him scratch.
But there was no-one to call and the idea of going to a few bars, to try to pick up a potential 'one nighter' seemed like too much hard work. Sighing he tried to get a few brain cells in gear to concentrate on the tv but his cock was stirring, fingers itching and he felt a rush of loneliness he usually fought away when he was feeling so turned on he could fuck like there was no tomorrow. He walked over to the window, flung open the curtains and looked out into the night. The city had come to life in the darkness, bright lights inviting people to have a good time. The bar accross the street was already full of people, some of them spilling out on the sidewalk to enjoy the cool evening air.
Leaning forward Steve watched people, took in their forms, wondered what they'd be like to hold close. He really needed that kind of connection tonight, but still the effort of flirting, convincing them to come back to his room, it made his exhaustion shiver through his muscles. He needed someone to understand what he needed physically without him having to go through the rigmarole of 'getting to know you a little' drinks. His eyes settled on a corner in the distance, a few people standing in the half light of the street lights, cars slowly passing. Even the idea of wandering to a corner to pick up a prostitute seemed tiring a task. Turning he let sucked in a deep breath, prepared to throw himself back on the bed, jerk himself off and watch some bad tv movies until he fell back asleep.
The room's computer caught his eye and he had a momentary thought. Maybe he didn't need to leave his room to get what he needed. Instead of going to find someone to keep him company, he could just get them to come to him. He grabbed his own laptop from it's bag, turned it on and flopped onto the bed. He suspected the hotel computers would have certain security issues with the kind of sites he was planning on searching for. He wasn't even sure if it were possible to 'hire' an escort in so short a time, but he could waste away some time just searching any way and it wasn't like he had anything better to do expect give himself a hand job.
On a search engine he typed in 'escort services' with a roll of his eyes. He felt a little ridiculous but hit 'search' any way. Frowning at the list he decided perhaps adding in his location would help and typed in the area name also. Again a long list appeared, but more promising in their descriptions. Was he being too forward in assuming the people who 'escorted' a person to whatever event they chose, also 'escorted' them home? He returned to the beginning search page and tinkered with adding in words, 'dating', 'personal', hoping something would catch his eye. He checked out a few sights before he found one that verged on promising. Giving a small laugh he figured he could have jerked himself off several times by now, or walked up the street to pick up a hooker by the time he found someone to come to him. But he liked the idea of scrolling through images to get a feel for the kind of person who he wanted to 'accompany' him.
'All this for a roll in the sack?' he smiled, going through some of the profiles on the site. He clicked on the 'refine your search' button and thought about the kind of companionship he wanted. Blonde, blue eyed, muscular, stocky, mid thirties, male. Hitting 'search' he scrolled down the profiles for any one who caught his eye. The cursor hovered over one guy, a match to the simpleness of his search and something more, there was a glint to his eye and he had the kind of smile that was cheeky and knowing and not made just to impress the camera. The guy didn't present himself in a way to sell himself, in the other profiles the men evidently went for the 'model' pose where as this guys said 'this is me, take it or leave it'.
Steve clicked on his profile for more information. No name, but he was in the area. He wasn't a native of Hawaii and 'haole' came to mind as Steve skimmed the information on him. Stats to the right of the profile picture, some 'about me' underneath. Steve didn't really care, he just knew he wanted this guy, felt it deep in his gut this man would make an excellent candidate to warm him up. He gave another laugh at his own lust and shook his head, throwing himself back on the bed. Maybe he could just let his imagination run wild, jerk himself off while fantasising about this guy, then he wouldn't have to pay a fee or suffer the embarassment of having to pay someone for sex.
He gave a groan, thinking about the guy on the screen. Sex, he hadn't had sex for a long time. Too long. And he needed it. Needed to be fucked, that was definitely a itch he needed scratching for him. Just wanted someone to lay him bare and rut into him, make him exhausted from the mere pleasure and sensations sex could provide. Sitting up he read the finer details and noticed a small icon under the profile picture saying 'contact me'. He clicked on the icon and options came up, taking a chance, Steve hit the 'IM' option and paused with a frown. How the hell did he approach this subject? 'You around to fuck me tonight' didn't seem the kind of way to go about it, even if it was what he wanted.
Then again, this was all anonymous. This guy didn't know him, couldn't see him so if he weren't interested he could simply ignore the message or reply with a simple 'fuck off''. If that happened Steve planned on falling back on his 'fantasy jerk off' session instead. Licking his lips he typed in 'Hi, I'm looking for some companionship tonight and your picture and profile caught my eye. Interested?' and with a short intake of breath he hit send. Pushing the laptop away he let the breath out. Who knew how long it would take for a reply to come through. This was perhaps a stupid idea. Shaking his head he reminded himself he was a fucking navy SEAL, he'd been through months of hell and he needed to stop worrying about being rejected by someone he didn't even know.
A sharp 'bling' brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at the screen where the IM had popped up in response.
'What kind of 'companionship'?' the words said and Steve felt his stomach tighten a little.
"Kind that skips a dinner date and simple pleasantries' Steve typed, heart beating a pace faster than before. Well it was a step up from 'kind that has you fucking me'. Hitting 'send' he waited for a response.
'Cost you', came back the reply and Steve right then didn't care about the money. He'd read the small print, he could pay on card and it would appear on statements as some psuedo company name. Not that anybody saw his statements or he had anything to hide, but money wasn't a problem.
'How much?' he asked with a small smile, wondering just how long he could keep this guy around.
'Depends on how long you want me?' popped up the message.
'You pull all nighters?' Steve asked him.
'All night costs you the ususal fee plus forty per cent' he was informed. He did the math but it didn't really matter. He knew the guy was on board, readily available and if he got him for an hour or several he didn't care.
'Fair price,' Steve wrote back. 'If you can get here in half an hour'.
'That all depends on where you are, but as soon as you pay I will be on my way', came back the reply.
Steve paused, moved the cursor to the small 'payment' icon and let out a breath again, clicking onto it. It brought up a sepearate screen with details to enter his credit details. He returned to the IM.
'How do I know you'll show up after I've paid?' he asked suddenly suspicious.
'Read the details. You pay twenty percent now and the rest when I arrive at your door,' he was told. He scrolled through the details, did the math again and decided it was worth losing out on a little rather than a lot
'Paying now,' Steve informed him.
'Great, give me your phone number and I'll call so we can go through some details,' he was told, 'What's your name?"
Steve typed in his mobile number and name as a reply, then started entering his credit card details onto the secure site. It took a few minutes and the words 'payment processed' flickered up onto the screen. A new screen appeared, this time needing info from the 'escort' as well as himself. Sitting back Steve wondered what happened now, a few minutes later his mobile buzzed into life, a private number. Swallowing down he lifted it to his ear.
"Steve?"
The guy had a nice voice, friendly and smooth. Steve replied with an affirmative and the guy introduced himself as 'Danny'. Steve didn't ask him if that was his real name, told him his location and let him take the lead in laying out the details.
"So, what are you after tonight?" Danny asked him. "For an all nighter I'm guessing you want more than just a quick roll in the sack."
"Well, maybe we could take a break in between," Steve joked to break the ice.
"You want you moneys worth it may only be a short one," Danny replied with a tone full of promise. "Tell me what you want. Doesn't need to be heavy on the details but I like to know whats expected of me."
"I want to get fucked," Steve said, lying back on his pillows in thought. He wasn't going to play any games or act coy. He'd done the difficult part in actually hiring this guy for the evening and neither of them were in any doubt what tonight was about.
"Great start," Danny said and Steve knew he was smiling when he said it. He could hear the sound of traffic in the background and guessed Danny was on his way. "How do you like to be fucked Steve? What do you need tonight?"
"I like to be teased," Steve admitted. It was the kind of sex that led to fulfillment, after a long session of being teased and driven senseless with need of release. "Slow, deep. Kind of sex that grinds into a person, know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. You want that all night?" Danny asked him. "Because I can make that work. Get you all worked up and desperate for it before you even come close to release. Or we can get that out of the way and move on to other stuff. Maybe you need to be fucked more than once tonight. That what you need Steve? Have that ass used thoroughly."
"You're throwing too many options my way," Steve smiled. "Maybe I'll hire you tomorrow night as well."
"You got the money then I'm available," Danny informed him. "We can see how tonight pans out for you. You need me to change it up you can tell me. I'm pulling up to your hotel now."
"What about you? You need anything from me?" Steve asked him.
"It's your night, you call the shots. You need to fuck me, suck me off, you decide," Danny replied. "My pleasure is all yours. Be up in a minute. Bye."
Steve rolled off the bed suddenly and looked at his reflection. Smoothing himself down he moved the laptop to the desk and watched the door. For a moment he asked himself what the hell he was doing? Then he remembered what this 'Danny' looked like, and of the need to be held, even by a stranger, to be fucked by someone who maybe had fucked several different people that week already. He started when there was a tap on the door, evened out his breath and headed over to it, checked the spy hole just for a second before opening it.
They both sized each other up. Danny was better looking in person, standing with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips as he looked him over. He was shorter than Steve, but his self assurance seemed to give him height and he rocked on his heels.
"You gonna ask me in?" He asked and Steve stepped back to let him pass.
Danny turned to him as he put the 'DND' on the outside of the door and slid the lock into place. Steve turned round and held out a hand in greeting.
"Steve, hi," Steve said, chasing away nerves and replacing them with his own self assurance.
"Danny," Danny replied, shaking his hand before looking the room over. "You just passing through town?"
"Something like that," Steve replied as they moved into the main part of the room. "You want a drink?"
"No I'm good for now," Danny shook his head, checking his watch. "We should finalise the transaction. You still want me all night?"
Steve looked him over, wondered if he could get the guy to stay for the next two days. Something told him he was going to get his moneys worth and then some out of Danny. He nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Well, if we finalise the transaction now, you get me for twelve hours," Danny informed him. "Fair?"
"Fair," Steve nodded sharply.
Danny went over to the laptop, started tapping in numbers on the screen. "My ID, means the company knows I got here, the agreements have been made. You have any questions before we start?"
"No," Steve replied.
"Great, then if you put in your details the next transaction will go through," Danny pointed out. "Tomorrow before I leave there'll be a final transaction, means you don't pay in full until you get the full service you paid for. This your first time?"
"Using an escort service?" Steve said, tapping in his details onto the laptop.
"Hiring a prostitute," Danny shot back.
Steve looked at him sharply at that, the way Danny put it so bluntly. Danny shrugged and removed his suit jacket, he was it was and he wasn't going to deny it.
"Yeah, it is," Steve replied with a nod. "Am I that obvious?"
Danny gave a small smile and hung his jacket on the back of the desk chair. "Not obvious, just," he shrugged and looked Steve over. "Guess I've been in this game long enough I know the signs. Don't worry, once we get started it won't feel as weird. I'll make sure I leave here with you satisfied."
Danny moved closer to him, resting a hand on his arm and letting his fingers slide down to Steve's hand where they interlinked.
"Let's get you comfortable," Danny said in a soft tone, pulling Steve towards the bed.
Steve moved slowly, a little unsure now. What were the rules here? Danny noticed his slight nervousness and gave his hand a squeeze as he pushed him down onto the bed.
"If it helps, make something up in your head," Danny told him as he stood back a second, pulling off his tie, starting to unbutton his shirt. "You know, like we're two strangers who've just met in a bar and come back to a room to have sex. I'm the one night stand who just happens to cost a little more. You're allowed to touch Steve. I won't break."
He pulled his shirt out of his dress pants and peeled it off, revealing a muscular torso and defined abs underneath. Leaning down he moved to kiss him and Steve moved back a little in surprise.
"You don't want kissing?" Danny asked him, fingers delving down to pull at the material of his t-shirt, yanking it up. Steve lifted his arms and let him pull it off before smoothing his hair down.
"Didn't think kissing was allowed," Steve pointed out sheepishly.
"Everyone makes their own rules," Danny explained. "It doesn't bother me and I find it settles nerves. You'd kiss a one night stand right?"
"Yeah," Steve admitted, remembering the many he'd had over the years. Was this going to be his life forever. One night stands and maybe now and then the odd prostitute to warm his bed?
Danny gave a smile and leaned down again, moving to straddle him, knees either side of him on the mattress as he wrapped his arms around Steve's neck. Steve lifted his head and their mouths connected, slowly at first and he let his hands slide along the defined lines of Danny's back. It was tentative as they got to know each others touch and bodies. Danny was warm against him, his hold sure as he teased Steve's mouth with his lips. Steve parted his lips willingly, invitingly and Danny slipped his tongue inside, eager for more. He ground his hips down , creating the smallest amount of friction.
Steve raked his fingers hard down his back, his other hand roving up into Danny's hair. It wasn't too short, easy enough to run fingers through and Steve let them wrap into the blonde softness. Danny gave him a small push, enough to make him lie back. He stayed up on his knees, dug into his pocket and drew out a tube and condoms, tossing them onto the mattress. Steve gave them a fleeting glance and Danny gave him a wink and smirked as he started undoing his pants.
"Don't worry, I've got more if we need them," Danny assured him, pulling at his pants.
Steve lifted his hips and let him pull them off, noting Danny's impressed look when he found he was going commando. He had a fleeting thought wondering how impressed Danny would be with his physique. In his line of work, Danny would have seen all kinds of bodies, did he rate them? If he did, where did Steve rate in that list? Would he think anything of the cuts, bruises and wounds built up over the months, some of them fading and some still raw. Danny got his pants off and Steve dragged himself up the bed as Danny quickly shirked off his own trousers, climbing back onto the bed.
Steve didn't even bother trying to avert his eyes, greedily taking in Danny's entire form and suddenly desperate to feel him buried inside him. There was something about this man, something that made the itch inside him a little more intense with need. Danny was crawling up the bed and tapped at Steve's knee, Steve immediately spreading his legs to accomodate. Danny gave a smile, seemed to pick up on the fact Steve followed orders quickly, even silent ones.
"Remind me again," Danny said, settling between Steve's legs, breath ghosting over his cock. Steve swallowed down, couldn't remember the last time someone gave him a blow job. Even the idea of it made him hard as he looked down at Danny. "You said you wanted slow and teasing right? Is that only when I fuck you or -,"
As he spoke he ran a finger along the underside of Steve's cock. Steve swallowed down hard again, lay his head down on the pillow. Yeah, it had been too fucking long since he'd been with anyone, he needed this to be memorable. Even with a stranger, a man whose name probably wasn't Danny, who he was paying a ridiculous amount of money to spend twelve hours with him. Twelve hours to relieve him of the last twelve fucked up weeks of his life. He flung an arm over his eyes, he just needed right now, whatever Danny could give him.
"No, not just when you fuck me," he said letting out a held in breath.
Danny didn't need any more direction and Steve let out a small gasp as tongue slid all the way along his shaft from tip to base, lapping there all for a moment before sliding back to the tip again. He took in deep breaths, telling himself to enjoy this, that they had a few hours. It may have been a while but he had some restraint. He lay his free hand on Danny's shoulder as Danny rested an arm gently over his stomach. His other hand stole under his thigh, causing him to lift his leg and plant his foot on the mattress. Steve let out a soft 'fuck' as Danny took him into his mouth, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and just suckling there. It felt strange, intimate and he jerked his hips a little as tongue teased the slit. Danny's arm tightened a little over his torso to hold him steady, other fingers massaging at the curve of his ass.
Danny took him deeper and Steve dug his fingers harder into his shoulder at the feel. Danny took it slow like he said he'd needed and fuck he was good, if he was this good at giving head, what was he going to be like fucking him? Steve's cock stirred at the thought, Danny's mouth keeping it warm, lathering it with spit. Danny hummed and Steve wondered if it were from enjoyment or because he knew it would feel good for Steve. Danny settled into a rhythm, moving his mouth up and down, creating a soft friction, enough to keep him hard but hold him in a limbo as he built up the feeling of pleasure without the desperate need to come.
Steve let out a breath again, another 'oh fuck' and removed his arm from his eyes, reaching back instead to hold gently onto the underside of the headboard. He dared look down, biting down hard on his lower lip as his eyes connected with Danny's. They were watching him carefully, following every reaction. Pulling up and off him Danny gave a knowing smile and licked slowly down his cock again, mouthing instead at his balls. Steve felt the hint of teeth scraping at the sensitive skin and gave a small moan before Danny licked over his shaft again. He gave a final suck of the head before he started moving upwards, arms spreading to either side of Steve as he pulled himself up over him.
"I think we should get to scratching that itch for you," Danny said, leaning in close.
He ground his hips and Steve could feel his arousal pressing against his stomach. He sat up and straddled him, reaching out for the condoms and lube. Steve got there first, picking up a foil packet and ripping away at an edge with his teeth. Danny sat and smiled at him as Steve reached down and stroked his thick, hard cock as it jutted out from him. Rolling the condom on for him Steve let his fingers play for a while before Danny batted his hand away and moved to his side.
"On your front," Danny ordered and Steve didn't even think before he rolled over, following Danny's directions. "Hands and knees."
He raised himself up, jutting out his ass knowing how it looked to be so inviting and desperate. Danny repositioned behind him, pressing a slicked up finger to his ass.
"Been a while huh?" Danny asked as he slowly worked his finger inside.
"Yeah," Steve admitted. If you weren't counting the times he may have fingered his own ass on occasion he needed that extra bit of something, anything, to get off.
"Don't worry, I'll have you worked open and loose before I leave," Danny promised in a dark tone. "That what you need Steve? Need to feel your ass aching and used?"
Steve wondered again if he were that obvious, or if it was just Danny's experience talking. Or maybe it was just talk, something to set the mood to add to the physical sensations. Whatever it was Danny had hit the mark, it was what Steve needed, that physical remnant of having shared a bed with someone, had sex, to have been fucked thoroughly.
"Yeah, that's what I need," Steve said, voice shaking with the need of it. His hands sunk into the pillows, unable to get a proper grip as one finger became two and he let out a soft groan. "Fuck Danny."
"Getting there," Danny replied with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Steve would have smiled but the fingers in his ass were twisting and working him open. Instead he dropped his head and tried to remember when the last time someone had done this to him was. But his memory was hazy on the subject, it had been a one night stand, he knew that. On an occasion he'd actually bothered to trawl through bars in hopes of finding someone to spend the night with. He couldn't remember the guys name or what he looked like. The fingers pulled out of him and after a waiting few moments a different feel replaced them. Danny went slow but steady as he pushed in, breaching one ring then the next. Steve relaxed at the feel and let out a breath as Danny breached him.
Danny didn't say anything as he pushed slowly in, taking his time and giving Steve time to adjust. Steve moaned gently, feeling the tight grip of fingers digging into his hips to hold him steady. Danny eased in back and forth, each time going that little bit deeper and Steve could feel the stretch twinging his inner muscles into submission. It felt good, more than good, satisfying and they were only just starting. The night was going to be promising and right then he was desperate and famished, the taste of sex on his tongue like he was starving for it. It had a tint of bitterness, to be starving and begging for it from a stranger, but the positive side was no strings attached.
Danny was starting to move at an even pace now, creating the kind of feel Steve could lose himself in for a long time. Steve couldn't stop the moans escaping his throat, kind of sounds that proved his desperation and he felt a pang of shame at his wantoness. But it was chased away by the pleasure Danny was creating. Damn the man knew how to fuck, giving it to Steve with a slow, steady teasing pace that was going to drive him crazy. His fingers curled into the softeness of the pillow and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, at the back of his neck, his spine and thighs.
Danny wasn't vocal as he fucked him, maybe it was just an intimacy too far, maybe it helped him stay disconnected. Or maybe Steve had to ask. The silence was strange and Steve couldn't quite conjure up that image of them being two people who'd met in a bar. A stranger would make noise, but this stranger was a man paid to give a client what they needed. Was there any enjoyment in this for Danny at all?
Steve gasped and shuddered as Danny picked up the pace, just a little, enough to clear his mind of every thought other than voicing his opinion of 'feels. fucking. good.'. He dropped his head down, bent to his elbows and wiped his brow on the edge of the pillow. Danny's hand slid onto the bottom of his spine, holding him steady as he adjusted his own position, creating a better angle to thrust into.
"Ah fuck, yes," Steve stuttered out slowly. "Just like that."
Fuck he needed this to last. Danny was definitely hitting the spot and he wanted to stay riding the high. Danny stuck to the menu, kept it slow enough to drag out the pleasure, a teasing, mind blowing rhythm that made Steve's fingers itch. He lifted up enough to start sliding a hand down underneath himself to grasp his own cock but Danny moved quicker, grabbed his wrist and forced it back onto the pillow. As he settled his weight more firmly onto him, stretching himself out and using the angle to create short, shallow thrusts he whispered out an order.
"Not yet," he told him in a voice too in control for the kind of fucking he was doing. "I'll take care of you when you're ready."
Steve heard a soft thud and figured Danny had reached out with his other hand to grasp the headboard, giving himself more leverage. He used the angle and new position to piston his hips back and forth and Steve kept his hands where they were. He tried to ignore how much of a turn on it was to be in this situation, Danny so in control, giving the orders. Steve knew he was being too compliant but after weeks of leading a team, making the rules, taking command, it felt good to let go. Even if just for an hour or so. Out of control and having his needs taken care of. Wasn't it what he'd asked for?
Danny may not make noise but Steve could hear him breathing, heavy and gasping as he worked his body. He attacked his work the same way any one who wanted to prove their worth and Steve couldn't fault his technique. Still it was too quiet and Steve's ears thundered from the silence, but he reminded himself what this was. What they were doing and who this man was. This wasn't special, intimate yes, but only a physical act to relieve himself of weeks of stress.
Steve pushed up on his hands a little, stretching his arms as he arched under the power and thrust of Danny's hips. He pushed back wanting to feel the shift and slight discomfort of being taken hard and deep. Danny wasn't moving fast but he made every forward thrust count in teasing Steve's body and mind. Danny pressed close, Steve felt the curve of his defined abs pressing against his spine as he reached under him, took him in hand. Steve pressed back into the connection, threw his head back feeling Danny's breath heating up the skin just under his ear. Fuck what must they look like? he wondered.
Danny's fingers started pumping him quick even as his hips stayed at their steady rhythm. Steve's breath hitched from the combination, unable to keep up with one or the other and at Danny's complete mercy for now. How could he be so trusting of this stranger? He didn't trust people, he'd spent months distrusting contacts, there was always something suspect just out of reach of his knowledge of the person he was involved with in missions. Sometimes things just didn't weigh up. But here he was, being fucked out of his mind by a complete stranger he'd hired on the internet.
He let out a strangled gasp as Danny's mouth turned, licked just under his lobe before lips clamped down with a soft touch. Danny's fingers were driving him fast over the edge as his cock continued to drive him out of his mind, buried deep inside him. Steve couldn't do anything but stay still and take it all. He sensed Danny was getting close also and even though he was wearing protection, the idea of him reaching that edge still buried deep in him made Steve moan loud and low.
Danny must have known it too because he started fucking into him faster, matching the rhythm of his hips with his hand and Steve flew apart from it. The orgasm hitting him with a sudden rush that had his body squirming and jerking as he saw bright flashes of light, eyes squeezed shut. The hand wrapped round his cock milked him dry as he felt Danny shift, beginning to withdraw. With the last of his energy Steve reached back a hand, fingers smoothing over a strong thigh, sheened with sweat.
"No, come on, want to feel you," Steve gasped out with a groan.
Danny didn't say anything but pushed in again, thrusting his hips and Steve groaned from the sensitivity. It didn't take much more for Danny to reach his orgasm and he gave small, shallow thrusts like he could burrow right into Steve as he came. Steve listened to the satisfied grunts as Danny reached his peak, his hips pistoning as he rode the pleasure until the wave receded and eventually he pulled out with a careful attention.
Steve collapsed onto his stomach, a definite wet spot under him making it uncomfortable and he was glad they could deposit the top sheet before they slept. Danny slinked off the bed without a word and dissappeared into the en suite, hands at his cock to remove the condom and clean himself up. Steve didn't want to move, boneless for a time and satisfied and yeah, it may be a stranger but one that had taken care of what he needed. He watched the bathroom door until Danny reappeared, cloth in hand that he threw to Steve with a small smile.
"How am I doing so far?" Danny asked as Steve rolled over onto his side, wiped down his torso lazily.
"Fucking fantastic," Steve admitted, frowning over at him. "How is it your free tonight? I'd imagine once people have a taste of what you do, you'd be fully booked for months in advance."
Danny gave a small laugh, helping Steve peel away the top sheet of the bed before they lay down together, untouching, keeping to their own sides of the bed.
"I'm not exactly cheap," Danny pointed out. "And I'm new to the company, still building up my regulars. It takes time."
"Well if I'm ever back in town I may be giving you a call," Steve sighed happily.
"You really are a satisfied customer," Danny said, turning to look at him with a curious look. "Shouldn't you wait to see how the next few hours play out before you say that. I may dissapoint in the second act."
"Doubtful," Steve replied shaking his head with a smile. "I only get a second act?"
"I'm not an energizer bunny," Danny laughed.
"I paid an extra forty per cent," Steve said with a grin.
"Then I guess I should refuel quickly," Danny yawned. "How do you want it next time?"
"Do you always plan in advance how you're going to fuck someone?" Steve asked, curious about this mans life as a high end prositute.
"I like to leave my customers satsfied," Danny shrugged. "Isn't it better if you can tell a person just what you need so that can take care of that need for you? No awkwardness, no embarassment - just straight forward 'this is how I like it'."
"Yeah I guess," Steve said with a nod, understanding in a sense. Plus he supposed it helped Danny keep it as a job rather than something more.
"So-?" Danny pressed. "Need me to change it up?"
"Let me sleep on it," Steve yawned, satisfied for now and not really caring how he'd next be fucked, or fuck right at that moment. They had hours ahead of them and he planned on using them wisely.
Danny shrugged and curled an arm under his head with a sigh. "It's your money."
"Isn't it techincally your money?" Steve pointed out.
"Only half," Danny retorted. "Until I leave in the morning. Mind if I have that drink now?"
"Help yourself, fridge is stocked," Steve told him, curling onto his side.
He followed Danny with his eyes as he rolled off the bed and walked to the fridge, pulling it open and bending down to look at it's contents. Steve appreciated the view and for a few moments drifted into the lazy fantasy that Danny wasn't a prostitute he'd just hired but a long distance lover he was spending a few hours with. He blinked finding Danny looking round at him with a questioning look.
"What?" he asked quickly, brushing aside the silly fantasy life in his head.
"I asked if you wanted anything?" Danny repeated, a mini bottle of scotch in his hand.
"No thanks," Steve replied, turning onto his other side away from the man like somehow not looking at him would change things.
He drifted off to sleep for a few hours, waking at the sound of yelling from outside on the street. One of the side lights was still on and he bolted upright at the noise, like he was on high alert, heart racing until he assured himself everything was okay. He walked over to the window, the curtains still pushed aside and watched a couple arguing on the sidewalk. They'd come out from the bar and evidently some personal argument was happening as a couple of police officers appeared to try and calm the situation.
"Too much to fucking drink," Danny observed from the bed.
Steve watched the couple be ushered away from each other before he turned his back to the scene. Danny was lying on his side, watching him carefully and he wondered if he'd woken him when he'd awoke with a start or if Danny had been awake the entire time. The mini scotch bottle stood on the side cabinet, empty. He fleetingly wondered where Danny lived, if he had a family and if they knew he lived this kind of life to get by.
"Come back to bed," Danny invited, eyes attentive on his body as he sat up a little more. Steve moved over to him, Danny reaching out a hand to brush over his thigh gently, rubbing round to his ass and playfully squeezing. "You decided what you want from me yet or should I surprise you."
"I want to blow you," Steve told him, pulling at his arm as and urge for him to sit up and start. "Until your ready to fuck me hard again, fast this time."
He caught a fleeting look on Danny's face, questioning him, wondering why he needed it so rough. But it dissappeared quickly and he figured it was because Danny didn't need to know the answers, he just needed to do his job. He swung his legs off the edge of the bed and invited Steve closer until he could get to his knees at a suitable distance.
It had been too long since Steve had blown anybody. He didn't take time in careful teasing, a hand resting on Danny's thigh as he leaned his head down, other hand grasping the base of his cock as he sucked the head between his lips. Danny let out a huff of breath but said nothing, leaning back on a hand to give Steve better access, the other hand resting gently on his shoulder. Steve set the pace slow at first, getting familiar with the feel and taste of cock again. How it worked his jaw, concentrating on taking more in on the downslide, tongue pressing up as he pulled back. Danny made no sound, not even a moan and Steve chanced a glance up but Danny wasn't watching him. Instead his head was back, eyes closed and he kept his breathing even. Just another night on the job for him. His fingers tickled Steve's skin in small circles but he made no sign or effort to show more enjoyment, though evidently Steve was doing a decent enough job considering how hard he was becoming in his mouth. As Steve's jaw began to ache from it's use, Danny gave his shoulder a squeeze.
"You want me to fuck you, you'd best stop now," Danny warned him and Steve took it as a small sign of victory that he sounded wrecked already. He pulled off his cock, leaving it wet with saliva as he sat back on his heels.
Steve looked up at him, giving his own cock a tug as he watched him gather some self control. "Where do you want me?"
"Bed," Danny said, standing up, gripping his own cock and stroking himself as he grabbed another condom. He tossed the lube to Steve as he clamoured back on the mattress. "Choose a position and get yourself ready."
There was something of a command in the way he said it, a kind of tone that sent shivers up Steve's spine as he grabbed the tube and slathered the sticky substance onto two digits. Danny watched him as he lay back, lifted a leg and teased his entrance before breaching himself. He was already still loose and open from the last fucking and it didn't take much to work in the fingers, biting on his lip as he worked his hole for a minute or so. He watched Danny as he took up the lube himself, dropped a little on his cock and smoothed it over the latex. Satisfied they were both ready, Danny slapped his hand away, got his ankle up on his shoulder and guided his cock to Steve's waiting entrance.
"Fast and hard huh," Danny questioned, sounding too calm and collected for someone who'd just been blown and was about to fuck somebody.
"I want it filthy, dirty," Steve muttered, something about the idea of it sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't looking for soft caresses tonight, nothing could comfort him, but rough and dirty felt better than feeling nothing at all. At least it made him feel, left a lasting ache he could hold onto for a couple of days.
Danny didn't wait for any other invitation and not giving Steve much time to accomodate as he pressed inside. Steve gasped, closing his eyes and arching his head back at the feel, the slight pain and grind as Danny stretched him open. The bed dipped as Danny leaned on a knee, pressing in, other foot still on the floor to brace himself as he slid to the hilt.
"Okay?" Danny asked him, like a courtesy pause before he began.
Steve opened his eyes but didn't look at him, focused on the ceiling and walls as he gave a slight nod. "Yeah, yeah."
Danny took that as the green light to go and started moving, slow at first to get the angle just right before he really got into it. He reached down a hand, settling his weight right onto Steve's shoulder and started moving his hips fast, pounding him. Steve gasped at the feel, started moaning at each thrust as his whole body rocked, fingers scrabbling for a hold in the bedsheets. He squeezed his eyes shut, allowed the overwhelming feeling wash over him. Danny didn't hold back in giving what he was asked for, still silent in it's application. Steve couldn't keep quiet, no words but moans and cries forced out of his throat and chest with the pace Danny set.
Danny's weight pinned him to the bed, fingers digging in and taking hold around his shoulder. The pace turned to a steady rocking motion as Danny took a moment to get his breath and Steve forced himself to look up at the man. Danny's eyes were like a hawks, watching him carefully, taking in every expression, every sound as in consideration of just how rough he should get. Steve wondered what else he saw? A man so desperate for companionship he paid for sex? Someone chasing away the last few months of their lives by creating a new kind of pain to latch onto? Was Danny that smart? Chances were he didn't give a fuck as long as he made his money.
Steve reached up a hand, pressing it to the firm, broad chest that hovered over him. Danny pressed down into the touch, Steve could feel his heart beat, thrumming quick from the exertion of his body. Danny used the action as more leverage to start picking up the pace again and Steve grunted, moans and groans becoming constant again as Danny fucked him fast and hard. He didn't pause or let up despite the noises Steve was making, Steve guessed unless he said stop Danny wouldn't. Steve didn't want him to. His ass felt raw from the fucking, sensitive and aching.
He took himself in hand and he caught the flicker of Danny's eyes down to where he grasped his cock. Copying Danny's rhythm it didn't take him long to get close and Danny locked eyes with him again, drove him to the edge. The orgasm hit before Steve was fully concious of it, toes curling, thigh muscles tense as he jerked up into his hand. Danny stopped completely and pulled out before he could urge him on to continue, instead rolling off the condom quickly and leaning forward, hand gripping his own erection. Steve had asked for dirty, filthy and lowered his leg from Danny's arm to around his waist, pulling him closer. It only took a few pulls and Danny shot his load over his stomach, a small grunt and escaping gasp the only sound he made to prove it.
Sighing Danny managed to situate himself on his back beside him as they both caught their breath. Steve stared up at the ceiling, taking in the ache of his ass, wondering how he'd walk or sit straight in the morning. It didn't take Danny long to recuperate and he sat up, gave him a side glance.
"Perhaps you should shower," he said, pointedly looking at the cream painting Steve's belly.
"Yeah," was all Steve could reply, still trying to get his brain in gear. He was tired, dog tired. And satisfied.
He didn't shift and they stayed silent for a time, until he forced himself to sit up also. He realised that the sound of the city had fallen silent. The bar had closed, it's patrons dirfted home for the rest of the night. Standing on slightly shaky legs he went to the bathroom, ran the shower and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. The bags under his eyes hadn't receded any, the few lingering bruises on his face, neck and arms hadn't faded. He'd only been back a few days and yet the night had seemed to last forever. In a matter of fact he still had a few hours of Danny's company to enjoy.
But all he wanted to do was sleep and he quickly showered, mainly to wash the come from his skin and he turned the water onto cool to ease the heat from his body. Toweling down quickly he left the room to find Danny lying on the bed, looking languid and dozing. As he approached the bed Danny sat up, looking up at him.
"Mind if I jump in?" he asked, head jerking towards the bathroom.
"'Course not," Steve shrugged with a shake of his head.
Danny got up and crossed the room, barely looking at him as he went into the bathroom and closed the door. Steve lay down on his side of the bed, arms pulling down a pillow to curl into. He wanted to wait until Danny came back to the bed but closing his eyes he couldn't fight the tiredness and didn't hear the man come out of the shower.
Daylight woke him, assaulting his senses and he groaned, burying his head deeper into the pillow. But once awake he'd always found it hard to go back to sleep and with a grunt he lifted his head to try and focus on the clock by the bed. It was still early, though in all honesty he had nowhere to be any time soon. His body ached in the kind of way that was satisfying and he rolled onto his other side, half surprised Danny was still present. Danny had pulled the sheets up over the both of them and lay on his back, a hand lightly gripping the edge of the sheet to his stomach. He didn't have long to stay.
Steve got out of bed, took a piss and splashed cold water over his face, brushing his teeth and feeling all the more awake because of it. Danny was still asleep when he returned to the main room and Steve busied himself making a coffee from the free condiments provided, stomach rumbling for food. As the kettle came to full boil he caught Danny stirring awake on the bed, forhead crumpling into a frown of annoyance like he was being forced to wake up. Steve found it was a rather cute look for the man and turned back to his coffee to hide his smile.
"You want a coffee?" Steve asked over his shoulder, listening to the creak of the mattress as Danny shifted.
"Yeah, thanks," came the mumbled reply. "Black, one sugar will be fine.
Steve fiddled with the small pouches and listened to Danny moving about the room, a habit borne of his training. The bathroom door closed, toilet flushing, water running. He set the cups on the desk and grabbed the room service menu as the door opened again.
"I'm gonna order breakfast, what do you want?" he asked as he settled into the desk seat.
"Nothing, I'm good," Danny shrugged with a shake of his head.
"Have something," Steve urged, eyes reading through the food and stomach rumbling for everything. "We've worked up an appetite."
"You got me for another few hours," Danny pointed out to him as if Steve was unaware of the fact. "You want to waste it eating breakfast?"
Steve looked over at him, Danny was looking at him curiously, like he was confused. Steve guessed Danny wasn't usually invited to eat breakfast with his clients. All work and no play. An all night fucking session had been attractive several hours ago but the itch had been scratched and Steve didn't want to go another round. He wanted to eat and he liked the company.
"Yeah, I do," Steve nodded. "I'm ordering, so have breakfast with me."
"Your money I guess," Danny shrugged. "I'll have the special."
He picked up his clothes and started dressing as Steve placed the order. Danny sat down opposite him, pulling his coffee close and sipping it slowly as Steve got dressed himself. Steve paused by the window and looked out at the street. Businesses were starting to open and the traffic was building up as people raced to work. He checked his watch, the clock and his phone in habit of making sure everything ran smoothly and on time. It was his final day of downtime and he'd be receiving new orders soon for god knew where. He'd be grateful if his next mission wasn't as fucked up as the last.
"Your coffee is getting cold," Danny said, breaking through his thoughts.
Turning he smiled, pulling on a clean t-shirt and sitting back down, enjoy the aching reminder of their nights activities. Picking up his cup he drank back a mouthful before setting it back down and looking over at Danny. He couldn't help noticing Danny kept glancing at the time, as if he was counting down the minutes to leave.
"Got somewhere to be?" Steve asked. He'd meant it as a teasing, playful remark but even as he said it he could hear the tone. Like he expected Danny's full attention until his hours were up.
Danny's eyes flicked over to his, before he hunched over his coffee, staring down at the table with a resigned look on his face as his fingers played with the handle of his cup. Steve couldn't be sure but he thought he heard a 'sorry' whispered out before Danny took another drink. He'd made this awkward, he'd hired Danny for a purpose and now he was making it something else. A companion to share his bed was entirely different to someone keeping him company over breakfast. But then Danny was an escort, he was used to keeping people company and why shouldn't Steve expect that little bit extra performance from the man? He'd paid the extra forty per cent.
"Your new to the area?" Steve asked as he thought back over the hours they'd spent together and trying to make idle conversation.
"Huh?" Danny asked, blinking and looking at him like he was being drawn from his own thoughts.
"You said you were new to the agency," Steve pointed out, recalling the conversation. "Are you new to the area?"
"Yeah," Danny nodded quickly. "Only been here a few months. And you're just passing through?"
"Something like that," Steve acknowledged with a nod. "You been doing this long?"
He didn't know why he asked, wasn't surprised when Danny shot him a withering look before countering with questions of his own.
"What is it you do?" Danny asked him in return.
Steve swallowed down, kept tight lipped. Navy SEAL always sounded so important, dignified, impressive. Until you got into the details. He thought back to a week ago, hidden by darkness with a team of four, silent, waiting, watching a plane land in a 'convinient' space for an emergency landing. Five men had gotten out, none of them had taken more than a few steps from the plane before they dropped to the ground dead. He'd been in and out of the mission within seven hours, the asssasination had been neccessary. Didn't make it feel good. You learned to cut yourself off from the emtoional pull of missions, but there was always a piece of you that became numb. From five dead men he'd been deployed immediately in another part of the world tracking a hostile. He was proud of his acheivements, his career, but it didn't make the reality of his job any less of a bitter pill sometimes.
"I travel," he said after the long pause. He could see Danny knew he was hiding something, but the man didn't press for information. He knew what it was like to keep secrets.
A knock on the door interrupted any further awkward conversation and over breakfast they chatted about sports, the local news and a brief interlude into politics where they discovered a mutual agreement over the state of the country and the world. For a short time they were like a normal couple chatting at the start of the day. Danny sat back with a sigh, looking over at him with a small smile and glanced at the clock again.
"Got forty minutes," he said with a suggestive smile.
"My mother always told me not to do any strenuous activity after a meal," Steve teased with a smile as he drank down the last of the orange juice.
"Your choice," Danny grinned. "I will point out that I can be gentle."
"Do you ever get tired of it?" Steve asked him suddenly.
"Fucking?" Danny replied matter of factly. He let out a laugh and gave a small shake of his head. "Do you?"
Steve accepted the question was stupid, but then he didn't fuck for a living. Danny did. That made a difference.
"You must get clients that you'd rather not sleep with right?" Steve said to him.
"Yeah, of course," Danny agreed with a small smile. "But every job has its downside? They are few and far between thankfully. If you handle the situation right tends to be they won't ask for you again. Once you build up a clientele of regulars you get to pick and choose who you take on. Until then you take chances."
"Bit of a danger taking chances in what you do," Steve said, thinking over the many dangers Danny probably faced in his line of work. People were unpredictable.
Danny shrugged and sighed. "It's part of the job."
They fell silent and Steve toyed with the paper napkin until Danny leaned forward. "You got thirty minutes."
"You seem keen to leave," Steve replied but he smiled.
"Actually it's more of an encouragement to you not to waste your money," Danny said, pushing his chair back and standing. "But hey, if you want to finish over breakfast and a coffee, that's fine by me. What's early morning tv like these days?"
Steve laughed, standing and rounding the table to him. "You mentioned gentle right?"
"Sex isn't always just about the fucking Steve," Danny reminded him. "Though in my line of work I guess it tends to be that way."
"You eager like this with all your clients?" Steve asked as Danny slipped a hand under his t-shirt to rest on his firm stomach.
"Just the ones who pay the extra forty percent," Danny laughed, looking at him with eyes that said there were other reasons but he wasn't going to voice them. "Come on, times a wasting."
"So you keep telling me," Steve said, letting him pull him to the bed. "What do you have in mind?"
"You call the shots remember," Danny reminded him with a shake of his head.
"You said gentle," Steve retorted as he sat down, pulling Danny down to him as he lay back, Danny's knees either side of his hips as he held himself up with an arm.
"I was just pointing out my many possibilities," Danny said with a small smile.
"No, gentle is good," Steve assured him with a nod. "No fucking though, think I'm satisifed in that department."
"Hand job it is," Danny smirked, pushing up his t-shirt further. Steve grabbed the hem and yanked off over his shoulders as Danny started on unzipping his pants. There'd been little point in getting dressed. Still he lay still, a hand running lazily up and down Danny's arm until Danny grasped his cock gently.
Danny, satisfied on the hold, leaned down for a kiss and Steve put a hand behind his head, closing the gap as he pulled him in. Mouths connecting, the kiss was slow, gentle as Danny started a lazy pull and drag of his cock. There didn't seem any rush and Steve felt himself growing hard from Danny's soft touch, enjoyed the slight weight of the mans body against his. Danny's tongue worked gentle against his, stealing away any soft moans of enjoyment and yeah, this had definitely been worth the money Steve told himself. He'd gotten off twice already in a night and this last time wasn't going to be spectacular, but it was satisfying enough.
He started thrusting up into the tight connection of Danny's fingers, a hand on the mans hip where he knelt over his body. He knew he should return the favour but part of him selfishly kept his hands at bay and reminded him he'd paid for this kind of experience. If Danny wanted to get off at the same time then he was free to work himself out of his pants and jerk off at the same time. But Danny's free hand stayed bracing himself against the mattress as they kissed, the other keeping the rhythm constant as he made a tight 'o' with his fingers and squeezed up and down his hard shaft.
Steve broke off the kiss as his chest started to tighten, closing his eyes and laying his head back instead so he could just feel. He felt lips pressing against the hollow of his throat and travelling up over his jaw, along to his ear where Danny's breath tickled against his lobe. They stayed like that for a long minute, his own breath starting to hitch as Danny drew him closer to the edge.
Steve tightened his grip around Danny's arm, feeling the muscle flex and un flex with every move of his hand and gasped out a 'yes, fuck yes' in a low hum of a whisper. He was close, so close and ready to fall as Danny drew back a little. Steve opened his eyes, finding him watching him, eye intent in seeing him lose it. Steve lifted his hand and wrapped it round Danny's neck, locking eyes with him and desperate for the end.
"Fuck I'm close," he whispered and he thought it maybe sounded like begging for it to end.
Danny didn't change the pace or tighten his grip, let him find his own way. It took another long minute before it finally came and Steve thought maybe he was going to remain in a limbo forever. When the orgasm hit he was moaning, small, intermittent grunts and Danny didn't blink as he came, working his hand as his cock spasmed and liquid streaks hit his stomach. He removed his hand once he started coming down from the pleasure but didn't shift until his breathing evened out and he let go of him.
Looking up over their heads Danny smiled and looked down at him.
"Times up."
~fin~