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Luca

I had hardly closed an eye. Plagued by confused thoughts and the one question that almost drove me insane.

Why did he do that?

Actually, it shouldn’t matter to me, but when I came out of my room in the morning and Juri was already sitting at the table in front of his laptop, drinking coffee, I was overwhelmed by emotions. Just seeing him stabbed me in the heart, and I didn’t understand why.

“Morning,” he said without looking away from the screen.

I went straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. In front of the mirror, I stared at my sleep-deprived face and shook my head.

It’s none of your business what they’re up to, so stop it!

But that didn’t make me feel any better. In fact, I felt downright miserable. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and examined my swollen eyes. I had planned to go to training today, but with how I was feeling …

When I came out of the bathroom, Juri was still sitting at the dining table, doing something on his laptop. He seemed completely focused. A strand of hair fell onto his forehead, and he looked really hot. Besides, the hand brace was beside him. The sprain had apparently healed.

Of course. Yesterday he could lean on Hector’s desk.

As I neared the coffee maker, I ran a shaky hand through my hair. I was so agitated, and I hadn’t been like this in a long time. The tension was tearing me apart.

“How was yesterday?” he asked calmly.

With a quick glance, I saw that he was still looking at his screen.

How can he not notice?

It left me dumbfounded and angry. I pressed the button and coffee dripped out.

“Hector left half an hour ago,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “He sends his regards.”

As if all the blood had drained from my legs, I suddenly felt pale. I even felt a little dizzy, so I leaned on the kitchen counter and took a deep breath.

“I saw you two yesterday,” I said, gazing at the steam rising from my coffee cup.

When there was no response from Juri, I slowly turned my head.

Juri sat motionless at the dining table, appearing calm.

But he was silent, and then I saw it. He held his breath and pressed his lips together slightly.

It was only for a moment. Not even two seconds.

He had already composed himself and put on a gentle smile.

But I didn’t feel like laughing. I was furious, even though I knew I had no reason to be.

After all, he could do whatever he wanted.

Still …

“What do you mean?”

I hesitated. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me challengingly.

“Oh, come on!” I burst out. “Don't play innocent! You noticed me! Maybe you didn't see me, but you noticed me! And you liked it!”

I couldn't decipher the emotions playing across his face.

Perhaps I wasn't quick enough. In mere seconds, fear, panic, and shame flickered and were replaced by sudden arrogance.

A coldness, like an iron cloak, enveloped him, erasing his warm smile.

The person now sitting in front of me was a stranger.

“Yes,” he said with a deep, thoughtful voice. “There was this feeling of being watched.”

I shook my head. “No. You’re not turning the tables now!”

A darkness sparkled in his eyes, something I had never seen before.

“I thought you were at work.”

Stunned, I took a few steps up and down in the kitchen, and the words rang like an echo in the back of my mind. “Now you don’t have to feel guilty anymore.” And Juri’s response: “Thank you. I needed that.”

“You let Hector fuck you. I … Damn! Do you have a thing for old men?” I threw my arms in the air and struggled for words.

“For God’s sake! And then you seemed to enjoy it!

And you even kissed each other!” It took a lot for me not to explode, but I had to let off steam.

I hadn’t been this angry in a long time.

And I wanted an answer. “What were you thinking?”

“That was just work.”

My jaw dropped, and I stared at him in disbelief. I shook my head and frowned. “You are too much. But please … not now. I don’t have the patience for stupid remarks.”

Juri sighed in annoyance. “You’re so blind! Or do you just not want to see it?”

“What?”

“How do you think I earn my money?”

I hadn’t expected that question and hesitated. Then I shrugged. “You said you’re a chef.”

“Wrong. I don’t work in the kitchen. Guess again.” Juri put his broken leg over the other and crossed his arms over his chest. Once more, he seemed like an entirely different person, even though he was sitting in front of me in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Who is this guy?

“Wrong?” I repeated, surprised. “Then what do you do?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Are you really that clueless?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Escort. Gay escort, to be precise. I’m a callboy.”

A few puzzle pieces gradually fell into place in my mind. Back when I asked him to be my muse, and he quoted me an outrageous price: 180 francs an hour. And then there were those bruises!

What the fuck?

Dumbfounded, I let my gaze wander around the living room and took a few steps forward.

I leaned back on the kitchen counter. I felt like screaming or laughing, but I couldn’t produce a sound.

Instead, I stared blankly ahead, remembering how he had sat naked on the edge of the bathtub, stroking his penis, and winking at me with a suggestive smile.

“What was that?” I snapped, turning around. “Why all these advances?”

“You never responded to them, did you?” he replied casually, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Why would I? I didn’t think you were serious.”

“How could you think that?”

“Because … I thought … After the thing at Exil … You didn’t want to kiss me, so …

I assumed you weren’t interested in me.” A surge of anger welled up inside me.

“But you kissed Hector?” I accused, my voice even trembling.

“And that’s supposed to be work? You seemed to enjoy it a lot!

” The images from last night flooded into my mind. “God!”

“What’s wrong with enjoying my work?”

I still couldn’t believe he was serious. Gay escort. How the hell …? I tried to somehow organize my thoughts. “Your work. Are you serious? I can’t believe it.”

My words struck a nerve. The hardness faded from his face, the iron cloak dropped, and for a moment, he seemed as vulnerable as a kitten. He uncrossed his arms and hugged himself, as if he were cold and drenched. A dark cloud descended over him as he struggled to maintain his composure.

We both fell silent, and I took a deep breath. I hadn’t expected the conversation to go in this direction, and I was still trying to sort out my thoughts when Juri pushed himself up from the table and closed the laptop.

“Where are you going?” I asked, puzzled.

“Forget it,” he muttered with his back to me. “I knew you couldn’t handle the truth.”

“How? What? But …”

He turned back to me, his face contorted. His tough exterior had been replaced by a sadness that seemed to weigh him down. With slumped shoulders, he stared at the ground. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. But you never asked, so I thought you weren’t interested.”

“I …”

Did I have to apologize? Or explain myself? I had no idea what to make of Gay Escort! But something in me sparked. My interest was piqued. But that had to wait because Juri was standing there like a beaten dog. And he wasn’t finished yet.

“I’m just used to calling things by their name,” he continued without looking at me.

“And not kissing you was for my own protection. My rule. I … God! I don’t even know why I went into the back room with you.

You weren’t even a paying customer!” He rubbed the sides of his temple and groaned.

“But every time I look at you, I see your lips and …” He stopped abruptly and took a stuttering breath.

My gaze had been fixed on his mouth. It was beautiful! Almost instinctively, my body moved, bridging the four steps between us. I touched his cheek, slid my hand into his neck, and kissed him.

A shiver ran through me as I felt his soft lips against mine.

I absorbed his breath and body heat. The kiss was so gentle.

So sensual. His lip piercing on the side was electrifying.

And as he kissed me back, my knees weakened, and my heart fluttered.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.

Maybe I squeezed a little too hard, eliciting a sigh from him.

But I didn’t care. Since the thing at Exil, I had longed for those lips.

And now I conquered them. I found his tongue and engaged it in a wild dance.

The fact that he had just opened up like that made me incredibly hot.

I could hardly think straight anymore, and even my cock was starting to show interest.

Fuck, this guy can kiss.

Juri eagerly slid his hands under my shirt, stroking my back, stomach, and nipples, clasping one hand in my neck, indicating with his firm grip that he wouldn’t let go of me anytime soon.

When I felt his hard-on against my stomach, it ignited something within me.

I wanted more from him, not just jerking off.

While we continued to kiss passionately, I got to work on his pants, slipping my fingers into his waistband, touching his hot stomach with my knuckles, and his hard-on with the tips.

I elicited a soft moan from him. This allowed me to release my lips from his and kiss his neck.

He smelled so good, so masculine, so spicy. A hint of vanilla lingered.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered in his ear. “You make me so hot.”

Juri breathed loudly and shakily, tilting his head to the side. “He’s all yours.”

I didn’t need to be told twice and sank to my knees in front of him. He leaned against the dining table, looking down at me with a lustful face. I was so excited that I couldn’t close my mouth and slightly pushed my jaw forward.

I pulled down his jogging pants along with his boxers to his knees. He removed the sweater over his head and lifted his shirt, revealing his flat stomach and pale skin. He was shaved and beautiful, causing me to swallow hard again. Before me stood his cock, erect like a monument.

With one hand wrapped around his length and the other massaging his balls, I searched Juri’s face for any reaction. I didn’t want to miss any. He twisted his face in pleasure, biting his lower lip. While holding his shirt with one hand, he stroked his chest and played with the stud in his nipple.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I whispered, letting go of his balls and grabbing myself in the crotch.

Juri sighed and smiled.

“I have to warn you,” I said, as I slowly rubbed his length and repeatedly folded the foreskin over the tip. “It’s been a long time for me. So tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”

With a silent nod, he encouraged me to keep going, not to stop.

Slowly, I approached his hard-on, inhaling the erotic scent.

With my lips, I touched the tip, dipped my tongue into the slit, and spread the pre-cum.

Then I sucked on his frenulum, eliciting a moan from him.

I licked his length, massaging his balls again.

At the same time, I slipped my hand into my pants and kneaded my own hard-on.

I couldn’t think straight anymore. All I wanted was to blow Juri and jerk myself into heaven.

I took his cock in my mouth, holding onto Juri’s hips, feeling his warm member pulsating, and swallowed.

Juri moaned and leaned back slightly. At first, I thought I had done something wrong, but when he dug his hands into my hair and pushed his cock back into me, mine started to drip.

I spread the pre-cum on my glans and jerked myself harder.

At the same time, I sucked on Juri’s penis.

Damn, that was hot. And when I glanced up and saw Juri’s lustful face, how he tilted his head back and moved back and forth in my mouth, a moan escaped me too.

“This is so good,” he sighed, running his hand over his stomach.

Fuck … How erotic can someone be?

I moved back and stroked Juris cock. He was simply delicious.

The ache in my core became more urgent, and I licked my lips.

I leaned forward again and took him inside me.

This time, Juri thrust so deeply that he touched the back of my throat, eliciting a gagging sound from me.

But instead of pulling my head back, a hot wave surged through my body.

I switched back and forth, sucking on Juri’s member and kneading his balls.

Heat surged within me, engulfing me in flames.

I couldn’t get enough of him. Pressing myself deeper into his lap, I milked my hard-on.

Moans of pleasure escaped me, unfamiliar to myself.

Every time Juri thrust his pelvis forward and penetrated even deeper, I melted a little more, holding onto him as if he were a buoy saving me from drowning.

I knew he didn’t have a stable stance due to his injured leg, so his thrusts were controlled.

“Fuck, Luca,” he moaned, gripping my hair tighter. “Yeah, just like that.”

I sucked even harder on his penis, taking him as deep as I could, bringing myself closer to the edge. I couldn’t think straight anymore; my mind had shut down. I was caught in the moment of pure lust and melted in the hot passion between us.

Juri sped up, fucking my mouth and driving me closer to climax. He moaned, then suddenly, he stopped.

“Shit! I’m coming.”

He tried to pull out of me, but I didn’t allow it, swallowing again and holding him deep in my mouth.

I felt his body tense over me, supporting himself on my shoulders with loud moans.

His cock pulsed in my mouth, and the cum shot in several bursts directly into my throat.

Despite the gag reflex, I was overwhelmed by the moment.

My muscles trembled, the hand in my crotch jerked faster and soon, I came too.

Panting and still with Juri’s cock in my mouth, I let myself be carried away by the hot wave.

My muscles twitched uncontrollably. The cum shot into my hand, and at the same time, Juri’s warmth radiated onto me. It was just too good. Finally, I released his penis. Even the smacking sound was sexy, and I listened to Juri’s heavy breathing as we both came down together.